And The Becoming

An idea with the most peculiar smell Has stuck to my head like never before The one which was easier to hold Didn’t turn out to be the easiest to let go It has shared space in my head I can’t even remember since when But it never fails to annoy me And still continues to stay and breed I have stayed in this body long enough Still at times I feel this sense of alienation And experience the restrictions posed to me As a price paid for taking refuge in it

It doesn’t need steel to pierce through your heart and rip it apart It doesn’t need reason to snatch your crumb and push you away I rinse soap on my skin hard to let go the colour I shower thrice each day not to smell of my deviance Difficult is not to be a black sheep among the whites But to pretend to be white when you know you are not