An implosion that has scattered me into million particles
particles that bear no resemblance to each other
each one an alien in the same space
each one clueless about what just happened


Can no more call these particles Me
no more are they mine
the split didn't ensure their identity
they no more ask the question - Who am I?
no more do they ponder over thoughts of peace
they have now moved miles apart from each other,
each one in some vague search that wouldn't cease


There's no depth and breadth
and no particular dimension
just unrelated formless elements floating mid air
with suspended judgment and thought
unaware of their own agony,
the one that they had brought


Now all that lives has no life of its own
it keeps wandering in space
reluctant to assume a form
fearing the impending scatter
so it keeps revolving like a comet
that comes close to a certain form 
and leaves instantly feeling the disconnect