Where is the ‘I’?

A million sounds resound and echo,

Thoughts hay-wired become a vicious circle,

Life becomes a whirlpool in the infinite ocean,

The self starts defining itself in outwardly terms,

It aspires to be categorised in an unconsciously formed sect,

Tries to seek bubble reputation,

 Searches for its meaning in a meaningless existence,

In the infinite cobweb of wild emotions,

Where is the ‘I’?

Where is the ‘I’ which once found blissful solace in the chirping of birds? ,

Where is the ‘I’ which thought effortlessly about being a true altruist? ,

Where is the ‘I’ which was calm yet flowing to achieve its aspirations? ,

Where is the ‘I’ which knew strongly and firmly that where is the ‘I’?

But don’t strain and persevere, the ‘I’ still knows it.

Just let the good times sweep off the dust over it,

Let the sunny happiness dry it off the discomforting sogginess,

Let those silver linings remind the ‘I’ that it will return.

All doubts melt away, the fire extinguishes, the excruciating pain alleviates

When the ‘I’ remembers the ‘I’.