Confession.

I splintered a mirror,

The mirror that gave my flawless fake image.

It crashed with a creak on the floor,

Spilling tiny silver fleshes everywhere.

Do not scrounge for the reasons,

Let me alone know them.

Some snickered, some pitied.

Others’ ireful eyes waited to burn me down.

Smile is my answer.

But into whose hearts, the pieces pierced so terribly,

, they  sting me and  I cant bear.

Soon, I will turn a forgotten song.

And no lips will sing me

And that is what I need.

Then I will be relieved .

My furtive flight will start

To where I shall really belong.

Perhaps you are a mere living image now,

Like what I have been, like whom I may become again

or

You too shall find this strange mirror soon,

shining strangely in the dark

Beckoning everything that it shouldn’t .

The mirror that can reflect you

When you never really stand before it.

BUT...

“In the night will the silver stars glitter,

In my heart will the butterflies flutter,

In the breeze will I hear your song,

In my dreams will you float along,

In your eyes will my heaven stretch afar,

BUT I wont ever know who you are….”

Sometimes...

Sometimes this whole world seems uninhabited at the thought of somebody whom I miss the most.

Sometimes the silence and chillness of that cold night, the aroma of that old book and its torn pages, sedate my soul, evoking the memories of my past life.

Sometimes, those crimson eyes follow me wherever I go, like a bloody midnight moon.

Sometimes, curling up under the blanket in bed, with eyes closed give me the feeling that, I am on the safest place on earth.

Sometimes I become an anonymous to myself, in the large floating crowd.

Sometimes the thought of never waking up from my sleep, the next morning is simply amusing.

Sometimes your doubt that, “Is she a little crazy???”, after reading this post, is quite justifiableJ

  

Emptiness...

This Emptiness….like the silence after that roaring rain, like the hush that screaming train leaves behind... 

This emptiness of that perplexing hot lonely afternoon,of that quiet cold cemetery …

Freezing memories that fail to lull me, that hurl Weird dreams at night, that make me squeal like a loon… 
the silence that follows, deadening the soul.

 In the creeping darkness, only ticking clock, tears and me…..

Good byes and reassurance then, now the Daily chores and this wild world, Still this emptiness lurks behind my fake smile….