People say, we are what we see in a mirror;
I say, we are what we want to see in a mirror.
People say, our life is a reflecion of our personality in a mirror;
I say, mirror is a reflection of our personality in life.
People say, we admire ourselves in the neutrality of a mirror;
I say, we lose ourselves to the illusion of similarity in a mirror.
People say, we talk to our soul through the image in a mirror;
I say, we imagine a soul to talk to through a mirror.
People say, we feel proud and complete looking in a mirror;
I say, our heart and soul stands naked in front of a mirror.
People say, they had moments where life shatters like a mirror;
I say, I live the life of a mirror which never has a life of its own.
People say, we entrust our looks before we step out to the mirror;
I say, I have given up the mirror along with my looks.
People say, they cant look with their eyes closed at a mirror;
I say, I cant look with my eyes open at a mirror.
People say, I am blind enough to not see myself in a mirror
I say, I am blind enough to see myself without a mirror.
Friday, September 28, 2007
WITHOUT MAPS
As the skies shower the stars in our dreams;
Flowering the darkness in our souls;
As the sun casts its wings all over us;
Giving birth to the shadows so dark;
As the wind refreshes every breath of ours;
Giving meaning to life in all its eternity;
As the waves roar their independence;
Across the watery graves of god’s creations;
As the mountains shelter us with pity;
Lying unarmed in its maternal valleys;
As the rain cleanses our muddy souls;
The rainbow frowns at our plight;
As the sands of doom shift positions
Erasing footprints of history and time
As the snow blinds us with its mystifying mist;
Showering angels to embrace our sands in a blanket
As the volcanoes breathe fire and ash;
Enriching earth’s veins with hot blood
As the earthquakes shatter the beds of rock;
Shaping the face of earth with raw beauty;
As the hurricanes wind across barren lands
Combing mother natures flowing hair
Still man overcomes all that nature offers;
Partitioning nature with all his intelligence;
Defying the laws of the universe and existence;
To own everything that even God does not own;
A better race, a better culture, man’s undying dream;
A better place, for mankind a distant dream;
All I wish for, a prayer, a miracle, a re-incarnation;
An earth without man, without maps
Flowering the darkness in our souls;
As the sun casts its wings all over us;
Giving birth to the shadows so dark;
As the wind refreshes every breath of ours;
Giving meaning to life in all its eternity;
As the waves roar their independence;
Across the watery graves of god’s creations;
As the mountains shelter us with pity;
Lying unarmed in its maternal valleys;
As the rain cleanses our muddy souls;
The rainbow frowns at our plight;
As the sands of doom shift positions
Erasing footprints of history and time
As the snow blinds us with its mystifying mist;
Showering angels to embrace our sands in a blanket
As the volcanoes breathe fire and ash;
Enriching earth’s veins with hot blood
As the earthquakes shatter the beds of rock;
Shaping the face of earth with raw beauty;
As the hurricanes wind across barren lands
Combing mother natures flowing hair
Still man overcomes all that nature offers;
Partitioning nature with all his intelligence;
Defying the laws of the universe and existence;
To own everything that even God does not own;
A better race, a better culture, man’s undying dream;
A better place, for mankind a distant dream;
All I wish for, a prayer, a miracle, a re-incarnation;
An earth without man, without maps
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)