BEING MYSELF

How do I accept myself in this rot
Of faith and sin?
I did it by writing few lines a day
Like my own breathing,
Though sometimes choked up with all the lust and pain
Of being myself.
That’s why I asked myself, many a times…
How do I accept myself while the whole world is against me?
My poems, my rituals and emotions
They feel like allergic, and
Their imprints are all evident in the air
Like a ever hovering prison for me
Waiting to hop upon me, and
I living in these tortured months of exasperation
Seeking pleasure out of everything!

***(July 17, 2009)***