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Find me in an ocean falling for pearls;

Drowning for memories, falling for pearls ..

Build me an ocean yonder that sea..

Build me all that I’ve left unseen..

Find me the memories, garish and gay;

Deranged in misery, arranged in may.

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I was born from the ashes of you

Time and again, I burst into flames

Just like how you did once.

I am your memory enclosed in history.

That history which stands alone.

Lovesick, and puny desires of teenage days stranded

In some faraway shore.

You and me, at this far end of the world,

We stand alone;

Together.

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They say the you in me hides behind the I that they can see.

How can I kill me and make you the only me?

For I am not me, they say.

For centuries, we have remained shadows of each other,

Constantly contemplating: “Is it you or I?”

Centuries more were spent on deciding

Who is the Ophelia and who the Sita is.

Can we exist together in two different worlds?

Or do we take turns?

 

Bunshin, he called us.

We were shunned, neglected and looked down upon.

Anomalies, as we were, and against nature.

Those were our tags.

Were we proud?

Maybe not.

Maybe.

Yes.

We were.

分身

 

And like that we walked across the veins and forests.

Bathed in blood, we swam out of the arteries.

Murderers, they called us.

But we said.

“Bunshin.”

“分身”

 

Linked by Karma, we were now tied through our souls.

Knotted a thousand times around your neck

As you hang dead from the ceiling of your cave.

We ate your flesh and drank your blood.

That does not make you Christ

And nor are we your disciples.

We are your slayers; that is the truth.

 

Marching towards our kingdom, we roared.

Bunshin!

分身!

Taking our revenge as we climbed to the throne,

We reached up to the man who ruled and asked him:

“Do you know who we are?”

“No”, he trembled.

“We were once violated by your words and deeds.

You called us lesser mortals.

So we decided to become gods for you.

So that you would know what it means to be less,

And not more.

You gave us our name

To deride us,

But we used it to unmake you.

We truly became our alter egos

To seek our soul’s revenge

We became Bunshin.

分身.”

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P.S. I have been asked a number of times about the meaning of Bunshin so here it is: Bunshin means a doppelganger, so to say. But here, it’s more like a doppelganger of the soul. Or at least that’s what I was imagining. The rest is up to your mind. Thank you! 🙂