Self

What is Self?

The capital ‘I’

That we hold on to, so dearly,

Is there any ‘real’ coherent self

That we vainly defend

Self is but

A will-o’-the-wisp

A receding wave that never comes back

A sandy desert which changes its contour every moment

A butterfly that eludes our grasp

A constant flux of ideas

A construct

To Fool……To Divide

The Man …….The Woman

The West...........……The East

The Master .....……The Slave

The White........……The Black

The Self…........….The Other

Self is not one, but many,

Self is, but not steady,

It evolves with every word we record,

Every structure we make,

Self is, but not...

# Constructs # Self # Identity # Language

@ Anu Maheshwari. First Published in 2006 in Panorama Magazine, A TakingITGlobal Publication.