WHO AM I ?

 Who am I, I often ponder

The mind throws a blank stare

startled at this new question

it strings words together

hmmm, 

maybe an amalgamation 

of emotions, thoughts, memories and incidents

or maybe veins, arteries, limbs wet in red fluid.

submerging I picturise the unseen in the brain

some emotions corroded, some eroded in debris

few cheerful as the sunrise

some unwanted gnaw in periods

several in abyss, intellect psyched to look.

Is this my definition,

or labels of daughter, cousin, friend 

wife, mother, acquaintance or stranger identify me.

every label with its own expiry date

some wear out premature

handful may sink in the horizon of amnesia 

each label fattened again and again 

with expectations and desires.

Or am I a nature's spec

just like the trees, the ocean, the hills, sand and mud

each so diverse from the other, yet incomplete without the other

 the mind blank again 

blindfolded vowels and consonants  

grope in self-created darkness.

My visualisation an unsuccessful attempt

I sigh, my midlife query remains unanswered

The doorbell rings, my mind and body 

in a default zone garb the apt label

spec adjusts to the role

limbs enact the part.