Explanation of the poem who really are you:

By Shubham Arvind Birmi

This is fiction yet based on events that we have or might experience if the nature is either kind or cruel for us to bestow us with such. Keeping this in mind I will like to express from the perception of a fictional entity who has experienced of such a thing as love for a person but without ever knowing the person, some may put their views on such mysteries as “love at first sight” or “unrequited love” and maybe if of good hope that of “soulmates”, I beg to differ as from nature of being sceptic and a student of science, I have approached such mysteries simply as an observer to a rather fictional character experiencing such and by trying to understand what the person has to say about it.

One often tries to link things that may have no connection and try to animate the inanimate in a quest to find out who really is it because of which the events are occurring such that it has triggered an awakening, a state of highest bliss. The state of such bliss is much like a dream, the one that one would never want to come out of but all dreams have a tendency to end especially if they are but dreams not based in reality. And when we wake to the reality which itself seems dream-like especially after awakening from such a blissful dream, one realize that things differ and dreams that sprung from reality seems unacceptable and the fate would seem tragic.

There has been much loss from false hopes born from the mind as these, of those of emotions that would weigh heavy upon the mind and It will often bring up questions especially because of the person one never ever talked to or knew and yet had feelings for but the feelings are not false and those that remain for such long, who would have known it would? The person now appears as a ghost as someone who does not in reality is there with but also someone which seems to be the cause of the feelings or the receiver of such and those memories that occupy space.

If it were like war, we may conclude that there has been no victor and that nothing good has come from such. For it was loss upon loss and the feelings would yet remain and then forcing oneself to refuse to feel and to be in such unreal fancies of the mind and thereby it would bring upon a conflict of the feelings that are there and trying to relinquish such feelings might lead to troubles and It will be thus whoever is the witness of such shall witness the vanishing in a tragic fate.

There will be a valley, that of work and that then shall be explored. Indulged in work, there will be a witness, unreal ghost. For fancy of the mind shall fade and only the feeling will remain, forgetting all about who these feelings were for but knowing that these feelings still remains these feelings might be chosen to accepted instead of trying to relinquish and the focus will be on oneself and one’s way.

Yet some day the dream will come again and fancies shall enter, to ask who are you of these feelings that has still remained and wonder was it something bound to happen and yet there will be a hope to ask that who really are you?

From the Explanation of the dialogues of the poetry, it would appear at times that this is all a cruel fate written upon but it would also seem like a blessing that by the will of the receiver and the choices made and by questioning so much about the mysteries of love that even if all else were but lies, we would know that there is something true and those are the efforts to understand upon which it would seem that true love might actually exist.

Although, it could be so that even I have failed trying to judge this imaginary character and that the secret might not be in trying to judge but rather in being, of maybe an observer or an actor partaking in the role-play born of existence in quest of understanding without actually trying to achieve an understanding but asking questions that it may be one day be answered.

By Shubham Arvind Birmi