The Name that Wasn’t

No voice, no noise.
No reflection of oneself.
No definition; none for assumption.
I am not myself.

Now here, now there.
I pity myself.
Now this, now that.
I am not myself.

Neither today nor tomorrow.
I can’t portray the inner self.
One’s thoughts, another’s actions.
I am not myself.

Neither from the rain
Nor from the draught.
From where do I then
Glean myself?

I am but a name
That tiny nothing
Neither more nor less.
I remain myself.
© Suyog Ketkar

8 thoughts on “The Name that Wasn’t

  1. Hello Suyog, this is lovely – but it prompted me to write a reply. I hope you Don’t mind:

    The Name that Is

    My voice, my noise.
    My reflection of myself.
    I define; not for assumption.
    I am only myself.

    Now here, now there.
    I drive forward.
    Now this, now that.
    I create myself.

    both today and tomorrow.
    I will portray the inner self.
    One’s thoughts, one’s actions.
    I will be myself.

    From the rain
    From the draught.
    From all places I
    Glean myself!

    I am not only a name
    That tiny nothing
    I continue to be more
    I become myself

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