Poetry?


For the time awake
Lost in reality
She moves on aimlessly
From one act to another

For Hours under the blanket
Lost in dreams
She moves on aimlessly
From one sequence to another

For what seems an eon
Lost in thought
She moves on aimlessly
From one point to another

For all that time lost
in reality, dreams, thought
Has her aimless wander
Lost her her life?

The one who creeps in
With a slight scratch.
While he pricks like a pin
All you can do is sit & watch.

At all cost you want him gone
So you indulge in an useless skirmish
Lemsip, vicks, milk with turmeric & so on
(antibiotics if you are more foolish)

You may run around with trepidation
But you know, nothing’s of any use,
He will remain in your station
Countering every action with his ruse.

As he takes over your body
Your throat, nose, head, face,
You swear, you haven’t seen anyone so shoddy
No one else can leave you in such deep malaise.

Alas, after a week, you are used to him
You give up fighting, lay down your arms,
bow down in front of him who is so grim
Only to find him else where trying his charms!

{Note: The (bad) poem is not the effect of ‘him’. This is what I am truly capable of!}

Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.”  
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. quotes

Am I who I am
Or am I who I think I am,
But why do I think I am
Who I think I am?

Do I believe
I am who I am
Because that’s who
I think I should be

If I am who I think
Myself to be, then can
I not be whoever
I want to be?

Or do I believe
I am who I am,
Based on who you
Think I am?

But do you not think
I am who I am
From who I make you
Believe I am?

I don’t know who
You or I think I am
But what I do know is
This is who I am (now)!

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