Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Of Identity

Is he my skin?
Is he my eyes?
My several faces,
or my sole disguise?

Is he my anger?
Is he my pity?
Is he unique,
a single entity?

Is he my mirth?
Is he my fall?
From the outside,
Is he my wall?

Is he a loner?
Is he my friends?
Is he my ambitions?
My means, my ends?

Is he my beginning?
Is he my fate?
A randomly chosen
personality trait?

Of people I meet,
Is he a blend?
And when I'm gone,
is he my end?

And every morning,
I stare at the mirror.
Is he really me?
Am I truly him?

4 comments:

Shamanth said...

Excellent!
loved the end!

Aneesha Pillai said...

Hey dat was a really cool one!! Whatsup??!! :)

manisha said...

overlaid with dark, enigmatic intensity...a work of powerful words and expressions! *enormously impressed*:)

Meghana Naidu said...

the best part of it is the sheer simplicity, as innocent as a child making spit bubbles.

makes you smile with wonderment as well...