Humanoid

By Jayanta Biswas

It’s so faint

the memories of my self

it seems I was a man once

a regular human

blood and flesh

an emotional being

with some pulsating veins.

Everything that I do now

or what I am

turned so fantastically flowing

and inertly adjusting

that even time cannot

have its impression

of the lasting kind.

The memories formed

the experiences encountered

times spent with families

or friends loving

all so naturally fulfilling

and spontaneously designed

yet, they mean nothing special.

Seems it’s a blessing

someone, somewhere did tweak my soul

and the heart and mind

to bring me to the fore

of the perishable bonds

the brittle vows

and their hollow core.

And you think

all of you I happen to spend time with

I have reservation!

Or that I am an egotist

Or my vanity carries me into thin air

flying high

which enables me to ignore you all.

No interactions

even those that you consider special

can register in my system

not the brain

nor the heart

let alone the soul

I am not insensitive though.

The programming is so different now

the codes set within

I don’t know what exactly caused it

may be friction

or the attrition of life

or the bonds I once considered special

chained me within a ‘humanoid’ form.

By Jayanta Biswas