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Who are you?

"Who are you?"
bang came the
question.
who,me,
what?
A thought that never
shot across.
Will a name do?
Does the answer
suffice it?
Existence deflated
into few syllables.
I am worth more
than a name.
If not
I am suffering an
identity crisis.
Yes,I am worth more
than a name!

Comments

  1. archiving meDecember 15, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    i think u take ur Neitzshe too seriously[:p] did i get the spelling ryt?:D

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  2. Farah ZachariahDecember 16, 2009 at 9:17 AM

    oh my God!! in what sense...postmodernism or existentialism....and one more doubt...is it somthn good dt i shd entertain or bad dt i shd discard???? :-)

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  3. aravindDecember 30, 2009 at 8:18 PM

    hi there is a guy called erik erikson, check him out, its he who coined the term 'identity crisis'..

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  4. Farah ZachariahJanuary 1, 2010 at 10:18 AM

    hii..
    i jus read abt it...
    i nvr kne dt thr was a theory on identity crisis...
    but here,it is jus plain wrds in pure literary sense...

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  5. aravindJanuary 1, 2010 at 9:47 PM

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  6. aravindJanuary 1, 2010 at 9:49 PM

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