unknown identity

sounds of city life and its vortex

known is the road, unknown the strangers that passes in thousands,
scrambling, wriggling , jostling everyday..
for identity...

known is the house, 80 years old,
now worn out.. and being demolished..
restructuring for a shopping complex..
i saw in one night
the house crying asking me " my identity"?

known is the graveyard,
but unknown those lying under tomb..
and a dead spirit appeared in one chilly december night
shivering , wailing in moonshine..
asking "my identity'?

known is the feet.. unknown destination
often puzzle...
same house, streets, people,
is it ever i dream
all known yet unknown to me.