My shadow

I saw my shadow, on the wall.
It shivered while I stood still.
I reached out in a futile attempt.
To make contact; to tell I’m there.

Futile it was, as it was of no use.
It continued to shake; almost to let loose.
An unknown fear gripped me.
Akin to a madman, I tried to comfort it.

The cold wall turned warm, then hot.
My shadow grew horns.
It reached out and grabbed my neck.
I choked and coughed and fell.

Rendering me lifeless, my shadow became me.
All of this happened; I could see.
Today I live among words and verses.
While my shadow exists as me.

Varun Rajagopalan.