Spec of thoughtsThoughts of spec Who are you and who am II am looking up at this skyMesmerised and terrified at the same timeWho are you and who am IThe grand and the grandeurmysterious is the meaning of lifeThe truth of what we see or the truth of the unknown, unseen by eyesWho are you and who am IIt’s like looking in the mirror and finding yourself in disguiseThe cosmos is vast and minutest is our identity Still chest is filled with ego and no clarityStill world revolves around the spec of a being in mindWhy don’t we question inspite Who are you and who am IJust a spec of stardust, time travelled through the light is who you are and who I amClose the eyes, for the dust has to settle in the night.