Self is a brick..

Far may be I 
from SELF
the path creates 
the reach not far
always pain precedes

no stepping stones
very slippery moments..
just the sand..
moves through the gaps..

SELF is nothing but..

A heavy lead on my bosom
A feather in my thoughts
A house in the making..
A brick in the kiln..

burn it in itself..
tear off itself..
purify
and join itself
a new avatar and
be born again and again!
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO my SELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!