In front of a mirror Filled with shiny droplets Of clear silver clouds And, I see a reflection But it’s not me. Dazed, and I rub my eyes I see you But, where am I? Yet again, rubbed my eyes And, I see my precious ones And again, But it’s not me? Reflection is confusing? Or I am wondering – In the mirror on The walls of life Splashed with colours Lights and shadows Who Am I? I, you, or my precious I am you all together and that is who I am.
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)