Depersonalisation Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

What you see
Is just the casket
Not me

Not anymore
Does my soul exist
Just ephemeral self
Trying hard to resist

A depersonalised form
Carried around
Just steering through
Life's tortuous rounds

And I am tired.
of mistaken identity
Can you not see
cold stony look
Lifeless caricature
While my soul
moves around free

I am hollowed out
Like termite ridden tree.
Where Echo's of my thoughts
I hear from inside of me

I am that dried out river
That no longer quenches thirst
Just a shallow path
Full of cracks and dust

The Me in me
Is story of my past
I cannot recognise that face
As I take a peek
in to the looking glass