Mirror World

The man in the mirror,

a familiar stranger.

A man who sees,

the truth in reality.

But where is reality?

In his world or mine?

He smiles,

hinting a tempting truth,

of a silent world of peace,

waiting to be understood.

Can it be true?

I a puppet

Strings pulled hard,

by life itself.

Tangled by freewill,

i stay in thought.

What's right by me,

is wrong in itself.

As i live to please,

the puppets themselves.

The illusion revealed,

but i choose to stay home.

My puppeteer smiles,

it's time to get back to my show.

Just Fly

You try too hard,

you forget your smile,

and then, there's no peace of mind.

You fail,

you cry,

accustomed to a burdened life, why?

You are still young,

there's still time to heal,

there's still time to feel,

and there's still time to rise.

Just spread your wings,

let the wind tease.

Just smile,

as you fly into the open sky. 

The wait

Songs of my past,

speaks of the hate,

brought by my words,

as anger breaks through.

Though these are all reasons,

i know the truth,

i know i have wronged,

i know i have sinned,

and now i seek my punishment.

Piles of irritation,

over inner conflict unresolved.

What surprise me though,

is boredom.

Nothing matters to me anymore.

What have i become?

My heart's so still,

nothing stirs within.

I walk undead,

waiting for the end. 

 

Silence

No noise,

thoughts speak,

with no voice.

Heart beats,

soul breaths,

in peace,

it heals.

Eyes feel,

tears cleanse,

emotions overwhelm,

in silence.

No greed,

no goals,

just live,

in silence.

No fight,

no sacrifice,

just kneel,

to silence.

 

Just silence.

 

 

Man with a grin

Writing is an art,

not constrained by time.

My pen came to a halt,

nothing yet rhymed.

A day in the park,

my heart spoke to me.

If i listen to him,

inspiration may come on one knee.

Wonderful breeze,

played with my hair.

The warmth of the sun,

welcomed me to this day.

I saw him,

he who shall inspire me.

The man with a grin,

brought my key.

A tall-thin man,

with mischievous eyes,

with a weird smile,

wore a crooked tie.

He plucked a flower,

and placed between his teeth.

he walked with a skip,

and clapped in a beat.

He confessed his love,

and promised her everything.

But got slapped in return,

delivered with cruelty.

No walk of shame,

no signs of remorse.

He waited with patience,

with nothing but hope.

He smiled and waved,

then plucked another flower.

he went under the shed,

and looked for another lover.

So much life he carried,

a hard thing to write.

Yet i felt a smile,

rising in my mind. 

Thank you

Thank You

The sparkle in your eyes,
makes me wonder, 

am I worthy of you?

My life was freed,
from certain sadness,
by the touch of your livelihood.

Not a movement ceases to be beautiful,
as my heart has finally sung,
was my life just waiting for you?

You are my miracle,
and you are my angel,
my love, thank you.

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