Sunday, 15 January 2017


All the travails of life that I endure,

in search of an identity;

ultimately ending up with one

that’s so different

from what I had started with.

Sounds like anti-climax, yet true;

this boredom of existence

mired in the excitement of living

is a morass that I’ve created

for myself.

I dive in it to test the bottom

but somewhere down,

those hungry hands pull me,

deeper into the cesspool

teeming with infinite possibilities.

Every bit of it changes me

with every passing moment;

I become something different

from, the way I have been.

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