19 Dec Identity – ਪਛਾਣ
From our very inception, we are conditioned to believe in the “I” of identity. As moments amass, these perspectives harden, and progressively they become corrosive. The “I” we seek becomes murky and caged, attached to the transactional identity we run amok, ruining our acceptance.
Growing up, I was always intrigued by the infinite run of the rail tracks and the sheer power of the chugging steam engine. It was a ‘Big No’ for us children to be playing around the rail tracks, still we would occasionally jump the norms with a keen desire to unmold a coin. Though the coin carried some transactional value at the shop, we were more eager to set it free on our terms.
I maneuvered through the sea of stones that lined the rails and swiftly placed the warm metal onto the accepting rails. In a blink at a safe distance, we waited patiently for the steel wheel to emboss a peculiar dent. The coin’s existence was crushed and blown away from the rails. When the rail track was clear, I headed the search party to scan the sea of stones to proudly hold our newly minted imprint free from its identity.
On reflection, I now realize the elusive feeling of dilution and an eternal imprint that we all seek is an integral part of us.
Void is my womb
I have no name
Bound and unbound
to infinite-finite
In dark and light,
I seek the unknown
Why run naive coin
This spin is a sham
Within the arms stretch
Imprint and dilution whirl together.