Identity

I wrote this when i was in Bangalore, in June 2008 at about 2am when i was walking back from my lab trying to spot a slender loris, and instead saw a white owl at barely arm's length.

Am I my DNA,
Or my shortcomings?
Am I what I eat,
Or how I see red?

Am I my jokes,
Or my verbalisation?
Am I obsessive compulsion,
Or insecurity?

Am I homesickness,
Or abandon?
Am I theory or practice,
Science or Art?

Am I rhetoric?
Am I recursion?
Am I a fat owl,
Or liquid Helium?

Am I Buddha?
Am I Feynman?
Am I a Bronte,
Or Floyd?

Am I 'Free Tibet',
Or Devprayag?
Am I 'Clean Yamuna'
Or a multiplex?

Am I yours truly,
Or only mine?
Am I lowly,
Or Divine?