Change
restrained anger for
unsympathetic compulsion,
softened it
The volleys of stupid queries
hitting repeatedly like
machine gun fire
chiseled it
The weight of responsibilities
unrelentingly
hammered it
as if calculated enough to take it
just to the point of leaving the body
but never enough to let it fly
As is with balanced forces
they can't move you but
can change your shape
So, the soul remains there unmoved
But it is not the same
The man you knew
Died long back
He is not the same
The soul has taken a different form
He doesn't even remember his name,
dead to himself,
Unwilling to recognize himself,
Often laughs at the man in the mirror
