Deep into that darkness seasoning
And the dusk closing
Suddenly, I heard some questioning
I am shorn of my reasoning
While I pondered, searching and unquestioning.

The investigational idea instancing within
I threw my assumptions upon the floor
It threw its ghost against the walls.
I couldn’t comprehend the fact
That I was a mere human
Made of blood and bones,
And an expiry tag.
The reality sinks in;
It’s deep,
But it is the truth.

I was a fiction and you a consideration,
I was a writer and you a myth.
And the doubts never quizzing
Involving and involving with my facts
And then stepped an indisputable 'conclusion'
Neither me nor you are real,
We are nothing but works of nature
Medium of its utterance
And a passage for its thoughts.
For time immortal, her ideals
Shall be immortalized
While we perish in transience.

I came with an obligation to my mother
And I leave with its fulfillment.
Rest are the stories of the poet.

To me, to you
Let us live in conscience,
And enjoy the indefinite moments of our life.