Stranger

Stranger

The old selves are gone
That man is done with
That face, that way
His pain, his laughter, his passions
All-
As if it were a clone, same DNA, fingerprint, eyes, but not me at all
Not very alike but undeniable.

The old concerns
Seem like impostors
Embarrassing-
Lies, but only in today's light
Bewildering for the irrelevance now
Who was that?
Some people have such tight continuity
But
How can I have changed so much?

2nd June 2014
Gautam Mukherjee