POEM_: Whoami
Whoami? Idunno. But what I do know is that I am one thing one day, one moment another one, another day, moment. Some days I am an egocentric selfish bastard, ready to trash half the World for some real or imagined injustice to me, or mine. Other days I am a sucker for love ready to torch my career, my life, my world... ...for the World, for some real or imagined beloved. An idea or a man. I am a bundle of such contradictions. I am also a son a citizen of this my country, India and of the World. I am a brother to a Hindu and three Muslim girls. I am a Muslim, culturally; I am an agnostic too. I am a man and yes, of course, I am a fairy queen! I fuck and I get fucked. I am a gourmet, and a gourmand. Apart from these and so many more contradictions, I am an executive by profession an engineer by education a fat lazy bum by inclination a poet by inspiration and a gay, human rights activist by necessity. Who am I? I still do not know. Or perhaps, I do know. I am ‘I’, And that is perhaps a ...