Vague

I admire
I embrace
Not fully
not like I had thought of it

I listen I feel I cry it out
I want to drench
But its not enough

Its not smell
not taste
no feeling of touch

I reach close
Embracing
Close my eyes

Getting closer
Not enough senses

There's the struggle
More force piling on
Every moment
Fierce than the one before

They all move faster
Pray louder
they all know
I stare at them
There's no way
Than to move
In the grand show

For I have not to see it
Not to listen to it
Not smell or touch it

But to pray
And heal

Sheeshe

I think it started, or atleast came back to my mind by the line in Echoes
"I am you and what I see is me"
I have been tripped many times by this thought since I came across it,that, anything we measure/judge/conclude is purely in comparison or to be more precise in reflection to ourselves.. i.e. my thoughts, my feelings, my knowledge about myself is the only criteria I have to observe the external thing.. there is no way, atleast at this stage by which I can take out the self element from my perception..
that means all the beauty I see is me, all the ugly I see is me, all the thing I get annoyed by is me, all the things please me is me..
and this thought never leaves the hold of me..
recently the song which is in my mind also says

maine yeh bhi socha hai aksaar
tu bhi, main bhi ,sabhi hai sheeshe
khudi ko hum sabhi mein dekhe
nahi hoon main, hoon main to phir bhi
sahi galat tumhara main
mujhe pana , pana hai khudko

and so on.....