There is a place Somewhere not too far away Anything there, I can say. It's like a parallel universe That can never be cursed Instead, I can be whacky With all the things that make me happy. It's like being myself On the ledge of a bookshelf. Except, it's virtual serenity. In there lay my true identity. I have no fear Of the accusers' jeer. This place maintains my sanity Sometimes, with the rekindling of vanity. In these letters lay freedom of speech That strongholds and wounds cannot breach. Out there things are crystal clear And only paraphernalia, that holds dear. My true essence, No need to strip and cleanse. There I tell no lies, As I see it through my eyes. Sometimes you can interpret the cries, In the lines and letters of disguise. But there is no criticism, Only the spirit and soul in schism. I haven't really faced harsh judgement. Not yet such a pronouncement. So I can be me, To the maximum anyone will ever see. Not many know me. So you'll have to agree. This is part of my legacy. Entwined in the letters of fantasy. I'm not afraid of death, Whenever it comes. It's not like I'm all set; But when my bones turn to crumbs. Maybe then, people will wonder who I was. And if I ever stood up for a cause. Then maybe they'll enter my sanctuary, To find some words for my obituary. I am an open book; read me. I keep no secrets when I'm on a writing spree. Between these lines, They lay outlined. All that is exclusively me. Perhaps, you thought the contrary. Like all my good friends, Who never read what I pen. But that gives me the freedom to be, All that makes me - me! I've filled every page, With thoughts that cannot be caged. All of my life encoded. That was never let out to be exploded. That space is unadulterated. And nothing can be manipulated. With the comfort and feel of therapy. That place, part of my legacy. When I'm dead, Lifeless on the funeral bed. And two tears some may shed. A textbook guide. In it, all I did confide. My sacred space. Please don't erase. I'm honest there. Don't care if people stare. Nothing that I don't endorse. Like heavy metal or sports. If the world wonders, Amongst my many blunders, What was really me? For the sake of my eulogy. This be your guide. In it, I did confide. My life's journey; to some - my banality. In full candour, my true identity!