I am not what you think I am,
I am neither black nor white,
I am neither fat nor thin,
I am neither a “form” that can be defined,
Nor an “item” that can be possessed.
You can either say good of me or say bad,
Your words can neither change me nor yourself.
You like to judge me & love the harm they do.
Yet your words can never stop me to get it through.
I am a fragment let loose by the universe,
A fragment that embodies a human form,
A form that can get me back to my reality,
A reality that you are also a part.
And as parts of the same thing can never be alike,
This alikeness is what makes me “ME” & so do “YOU”
this letter does not stress you more. I need to tell you to stop stalking me
from work to home and back. I think you have become obsessed by me otherwise
how it would be possible for you to follow me even while I am brushing my
though it sounds yet you are everywhere. You end up making me confused &
scared. Scaring me for what I am, how I look, walk or speak. Nagging me to do things in the ways you like,
preaching me your own cynic ways of self-help, yelling at me for not
compromising for favors. Mocking me for trying something new even something
small like a new dish I try to cook, you are there to spoil it. Are you crazy
or vying to become the omnipresent God?
stop trying to befriend me although your tactics have garnered you many
followers and many have even given their life for you yet be sure I am not one
of them. Though earlier I had a fling with your elder brother “Depression” who,
I must say is more attractive than you are.
And I …