The Mirror

I look at you, another me, just as same as me,

My hair, my eyes, my lips, my skin;

Even the same expansion and contraction of my chest as I breathe,

Tears roll down by the lee of your cheeks and you chin up too,

As I do.

You are me and just me, you see,

Just that you don’t have words to express,

Sounds to scream, or if you can see me back.

But you must know, I find myself when I look at you,

When I scream at you, when I cry at you;

I can see you in my blue dreams, smiling pink hued,

I think of you in my red-rose days too,

I miss you on grey muddy moist weathers,

I will love to run away and escape

From the world,

Through the greens at my feet and

Colourless air through my hairs....

And I grab your fists and long to hold them forever,

But I see you are an unemotional creature,

You stare at me with no sight perhaps,

You smile at me with no life perhaps,

You cry to me with no soul perhaps...

You are alive for the sake of being alive,

You are no life, but a silent reflection,

You are no life, not a drop of emotion.

Still you are me and I,

I cry, and so you try.

The Coin, I found

I was walking by the pavement,

Broken here and there,

I was so worried about my life,

Felt nobody was to care.

I felt like breaking into tears,

Feeling so sad at heart,

So lonely and helpless too,

All through I was so hurt.

Still the sun was so casual,

Rose at East, likewise,

The breeze, and the river flow too,

My happiness in disguise.

I sat by the swamp bank,

Floated withered leaves,

Was waiting for some luck in life,

And found it (shining) peeped.

I picked it up in my fingers,

Frowning my eyebrows,

A silver coin that I found,

Damaged and full of woes.

I stared still fixed at it,

As I tried to know the detail,

I found it had two faces,

One head, another tail.

Once I turned to this side,

The other went off,

The portion could not be seen

Unless turned, or seeing very tough.

The head showed a king’s face,

Held so strong and firm,

With its value at the tail-side,

As I held it on my palm.

Both sides are inevitable,

They come altogether,

A coin will lose its identity,

One without the other.

And so is life with both ends,

Pleasure, and pain,

Happiness can never be sole holder,

Then what’s the use of brain?

Life will go monotonous,

Like a single coloured world,

With no hues and spices in it,

And will not be so occult.

Pain and sorrows too needed,

To taste the sweetness of joy,

It can never be a single sense,

Instead,  an emotional alloy.

We must welcome and cherish both,

Along our colourful life,

Or else one would surely die,

Instead of staying alive.

And I walked back by the same road,

The evening approached sky,

Life again became so meaningful for me,

I smiled and never cried.

When Life is painful

Life is blurred, dreams are dull,
Hopes are hazy, and--
'am not fit in it.

Welcome u bird, I recall u...
To fly with me, and take it all,
I move to happy paradise of death.

The shallow sun, and the dying sky,
Bestows the dusk, the birds--they fly,
High above the clouds, they fly,
To touch their dreams, and hopes and Life,
The night colours it Black and fear.

Tear it comes and unveils Lady moon...
Shinning, bright and silvering the lands,
With her bliss and touch of hands,
Only with my sleepless nights, I moan and fade,
In pain and wait for the bird,
To take me high on the hills,
On the lash green mass, on the mountains,
To touch the sky and I move to..
Silent Heaven of Death and Peace.