Behind this mirror
in my room, is your hiding place
when I look to my eyes
I am really seeing you ..
I know the names of your tears
coz I shed them with you
and I know when you
are laughing and smiling
coz my lips are brimful too
Do you feel me
I am just few inches or nearer
Believe me I feel your warmth
in me when I yearn and
touch the coldness of this mirror
I know you hear me
when I talk to you .. all the time ..
and when I miss your voice
I put my ear and heed
and I can hear you .. talk and rhyme ..
And I can always write to you
When all I have to do
is fog the mirror
and draw a heart
that I can see you .. through ..
and I know .. down deep in my sole
– and my mirror knows it too-
that you love me
Coz I love you
a million times more ..
Very rarely I reblog here , for he simple reason that this is my hreat and mind … and as much as I admire , love and learn from my fellow blogger’s creative works , as much I would like to keep this place as me as possible … But , every now and then a photo , a poem or even a word becomes part of me no matter how much I resist it … And I am forced to share it with you … Because love is worth sharing even if it is not yours …
My dear Moon sneaked somehow into myself and took or seeded these lovely words ..
I bleed LOVE , And so the Word shall live
I have just watched ” Cinderella man” and ..
It has been sitting in my library for sometime waiting for me to watch. Knowing that its a boxers biography made it at the end of my list of movies to watch. I need a certain mood to watch a bloody nose and a flying tooth in slow motion. The night came , and I did … .. The twist of the tale is the struggle between despair, depression, defiance and the relation of the husband and wife ..and for me this is the movie … The wife … … and for her (and from her) I phrased these lines…
Two more teeth,
in my shaken hand
smeared with his blood and my tears
with a weary mind , I guess
how many he still wears ?
and I mutely scream
livid anger and pain
because he wont smile for me … to see
and there is no comfort in tears
for his shattered jaw or
Why is destiny so mixed up and melancholic ? !!
Why does it drop cards every time a shuffle is due ? !!
And why is the shuffle anyway ? !! …
Have you lost a card or two ? Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
Angry, I can’t tell for sure
Is it the driver, the seat or the road ?
Is it the signs that are never right?
Blaming all , but you .? Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I am going nowhere except here..
Here is never reaching there!!
And there is even more distant and vague..
There was meant to share .. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I see the map and it is easy..
Was it the map ? …
All the time … Was it the map ? …
Why do you set me a trap? .. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
The speed is certainly an issue…
The roller coaster is aimlessly going to no where
Yet the excitement is all over the place
And for that, you have to pay, dear.. Do you feel the loss like me ? ..
I am dazed and drained…
And I hate the play of the giddy mind , the mirage
The sickness that come from standing .. Alone
And they call it motion sickness.. Do you feel the loss like me ?