Oblivion

I am not sure if it is a poem or a story.This is just an emotional introspection.

In the  endless curve of the space time 

there lies an extra ordinarily  ordinary rock

On which I stand asking the same question over and over

Where am I?

I know I can talk

I know I can walk

I know I can think

But none of which I know how

People come and People go

But none of which know

Where did they come from

Where are they going to

If the universe is expanding

What is beyond it?

If the universe is created 

What is there before the creation?

Is this real or the reality an illusion?

Am I an illuminating illusion or an alluring perception?

Many years and Many men

But still the question remains

Where are we?

I am writing this with a question

I am writing this out of pain

For I know the questions will never be answered

And yet I ask myself

Where am I?

Author's Note

This is my first poem.I ve written the gibberish from my mind.

Reviews

[Terrence Chang]

Slick writing Anjan. And I didn't find anything gibberish. It is well thought though

[Anjan]

Thank You.

[Terrence Chang]

Your most welcome

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!!
fantastic ponderings about the universe......
we all ask such questions and asking questions is important......
great work!!!
i loved it!!!
:)
p.s. some of my questions might interest you:
www.writerscafe.org/writing/thenovelist/1519459/

[Ana B.]

This an outstanding poem with amazing questioning and serious pondering about the genesis of this all...i am a firm believer that there is more, because it simply cannot be the other way....but why here and now...well, i think we must live this life and learn what we were supposed to in order to reach the next level...

[Anjan]

Thank You for the review.especially even after i said it gibberish.

[Ana B.]

My pleasure, gibberish or not, i loved it :)

[Anjan]

Thank You a lot.I feel In the gibberish I can b genuine.