Reflections Nov 20, 2006

The looking glass;
Shows my image in reverse;
It starts the mind thinking;
Does world see me inverted as well

When I touch my left cheek;
You touch your right;
I am not inverting;
Then why are you?

Big clean glass walls;
Reflecting images that are passing;
I catch myself in motion;
And stop stunned for a moment

Is that really who I am;
Is there more to me;
Than your eyes can see;
More than moving pictures

This mind is tricky;
The eyes more so;
All images are merely;
Light’s reflections forming

I look into the looking glass;
I see my left as my right;
Reversed and inverted;
This is I

Broken Wings Oct 03, 2007

What better way to heal old wounds
Than to write the pain away
Like how raindrops wash the grime and dust
Leaving cleansed freshness post downpour
Let the lyrical string of words and letters
Soothe like balm and calm the soul
Hurts in the past, leave them behind
Look to the present and the future
Emancipated and free
Let the wind give flight again
To once broken wings