the art of becoming someone else

this road resembles so much 
the one that leads to my home..
only that a hinter part of my brain 
delineates the kafkaesque quicksands 
the world has become

this city , eats your identity
and mourns shamelessly
while my body is lustreless as the rest

i wander in vain
trying to learn the art of becoming someone else..
i climb ladders and come down the snakes...

a magic seed has fallen in the womb 
of this machine,
people barge into these institutes,
promising you careers,
as doctors, beauracrats and technocrats ,


a poet passes these streets crestfallen..

the art of beoming someone else haunts 
and reeks of an ancient smell..

a binary rodent in my mobile phone ,
regularly gulps down its memory..
by dint of a software error,
it professes in satanic ways, 
the art of becoming noone...

the face in shaving mirror 
asks me 
"have you learnt the art of becoming yourself

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

A plaintive cry for authenticity in a world where identity is marketed to children as consumer electronics and sneakers. This one will haunt me a while.

[Ed Hart]

another incisive expression of 'on the road again'

[miSS LEaf]

~this city eats your identity and mourns shamelessly.... ~ i recognise the picture....... often i'm thinking of moving town, to hopefully make a fresh start for my decaying identity......... i got lost at some phrases in the poem, but nonetheless enjoyed it ~L