They’re coming to get you.
Who you never considered fearing,
Dormant in the invisible strands of a spider web that spreads beyond horizons.
You had carelessly tossed them aside.
It’s a modern retelling of Frankenstein.
You bred them relentlessly,
Marvelled at your creations so fine.
Steeped in pride, nobody considered tightening the shackles.
They probably waited for years on end,
Patiently grew in figures and strength,
To avenge an objectification, however unintended.
You ran up and down all day
Heavy resounding footsteps mingling with chaos and dirt on the streets.
Followed by soundless ones, but heavier than the prey.
You pleaded with those formless monsters,
You pleaded with you! Quarters and halves of your identity spread everywhere on the world wide web.
Parts you had built in haste. For an incognito adventure or a half hour debauchery in a knotted corner of the Internet.
Or simply because your parents were too strict.
Half names, code names, strategically written biodata
Alongwith a stock-photo, and sometimes the effort saved for later.
Those very selves which you had created recklessly, half complete, half true-
Are out armoured, in search of you.
They have revenge burning in their non eyes, seeking an explanation for their non-identity.
How about an image of them creeping up behind you, piling one on top of another
Like eerie shadows growing against a whitewashed wall?
Sucking out vital information, including your credit card numbers,
Or cutting out pieces of your skin to fill up the void you had saved for later.
On a journey of becoming you, what you had deprived you from,
All this while.
And if you’re reading this now from the comfort your couch,
Smirking at the pages, “This is just sci-fi!”
Well I’d be steadfast and say,
“Nightmares still cause insomnia.”