She and Me

If I say this is not me
Then who else shall I be?
I fake my days like someone else?
I rather will never be?

But see my life is lived
And who else lived it all
With postures, gestures
Staged so well
A puppet or a doll?

No. I think it’s me
And I have emerged from past
Everyday a thespian
A journey never to last

From yesterday, from yester hour
Yester moment and now
Peeling down to thinner core
Newer and newer wow!

And I will vanish a day
When all my sheaths are shed
Leaving roads untrodden
Leaving books unread

There will be too much congestion
To easily pass away
Time will be thicker
With what I left on way

And I will fail to act,
Or say that it’s not me
For when I will die
I will die with ‘she’.

Self-made illustration.