I am many "me"…
Having a rummage through my soul,
My fermenting mind tracing any signs of me..
I am dragging my ‘'forged self' 'everyday,
My visage? my psyche? myseslf? where it be?
Obtuse to envisage the glories around,
Like a husband forgoes his naked wife..
Offended, battered, given everything yet overlooked,
Such forsaken seem blessings of my life..
How do I see beyond, the mirror house I am stuck in?
Mirrors all around, each reflects''me''!
One shows me devil, the other an innocent child,
Liar, manipulator in one, beast in other I see..
One discerns me, laden with piles of curses,
The other reflects me so full of scars,
One beholds me as an offspring of deity..
The other perceives me as a bird behinds bars,
One identifies me as a charmer, dressed in witchery,
Other decodes me as a forlorn wimpish maid..
So many a colours, ugly dull and dowdy,
Many are the layers, on a single soul laid..
Stuck in the dilemma, my senses all foggy,
Forgetting everything, this conflict seems forever..
Jekyll and mr. Hyde both visible at once,
Will my fingers detangle from the whirls of my soul ever?
Imbecile to dissect self, how shall I comprehend others?
Yet to know which is fabricated, which is real me?
These tumors of thoughts have invaded my conscience,
I have many truths, I am many "me"!
IQRA.
Insightful and revealing portrayal of human nature which consists of good and bad shades. Many are the layers, on a single soul laid.. Stuck in the dilemma, my senses all foggy, Jekyll and mr. Hyde both visible at once, Will my fingers detangle from the whirls of my soul ever?
many me, not bad. so it is natural. nice poem with shade of sadness
a very good poem your 1st at PoemHunter, Iqra. Thanks for sharing and.. keep posting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here is a woman who is trying to discover her true self from the myriad of shades n colors she has. Self-introspection is a great way of finding who we are and can lead us to self-discovery- -the true purpose of our existence. The picture portrayed here of the dilemma of a woman who is perceived n judged by the society is very soul-stirring n a lot of women can relate to it. A great start to your poetic journey. Keep it up. Best of luck.
honoured ma'am: -) thank you for reading.