When I am not I

It’s difficult to begin
And hard to imagine
When I am not I
Then what am I?

I am not my parent’s daughter,
There is nothing like brother and sister,
My little world is slaughtered.
Breaking the chains of relation,
Altogether a different sensation.
Society is strange for me,
My mind set absolutely free.
I have no identity,
No human solidarity,
Loosing my integrity.

But there is something more pure,
Absolutely transparent, without any lure.
Dissolving itself in its ambience,
Creating around a perfect silence.
Feeling within the immense powers,
The whole world is truly ours.
Mind has no constraints,
Soaring high without any reins,
Is it heaven? Is it bliss?
Whatever it is,
Is it I?