Shriyandhaa's space

  A mirror.  When peered at, you see yourself,  Looking back just as intently.  There are fun mirrors,  Mirrors that make you skinny,  Mirrors that make you warped,  Mirrors that obscure you. A mirror that shows your past,  Is one where you reflect on how much you've changed.  You already know what's on the other side.  You know where the cracks and crevices are.  You know where it could be polished,  But remains untouched.  This is my mirror to the past.  It's been six years,  Of rambling, writing and reflecting.  It started out as childish stories,  Became rhyming fun,  Random write-ups,  Amateur poetry,  Currently at free verses.  Where am I headed to next?

  The rain fell from the sky,  Drenching all of us together.  I held the umbrella, waiting for them to join, They took it, and went away.  One or two of them turned to thank me,  But none of them stayed and asked me to join. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the puddles,  Staring at my reflection, wavered by ripples. Raindrops or tears? I didn't know,  But I knew they'd left me all alone.  The sun, blazing in the sky,  I sit under a tree, hiding in the shade,  And they all come to me,  Sit beside me, sweet talk me,  Slowly push me away.  Until they're all crowded together,  Laughing merrily as I stare;  Left under the burning sun, back on fire,  Sweat or tears? I didn't know,  But I knew I didn't want to be right there.  The sky was beautiful, the sunset painting a scenery,  As I watched from the balcony, eyes wide with surprise.  And they all came to me, fooled me with charm, As yet...

  Time forces forward motion,  But my mind would like to stay in the past.  I would like to remain in the state  I always was.  I am the passenger  Who doesn't want to wear the seatbelt.  The present constantly accelerates, But my mind craves rest, in the past  Where I belong. That's where the jerk happens; A violent snap of the neck Or losing footing; Being forced forward,  While I look back. Falling through the gap Where my two selves collide.  Wishing I could relive it all just once more. Fumbling to keep memories close.  Falling, as they slowly fade.  One thing that never will fade Is the memory that I knew,  Very well,  That I was having fun.  The mere echoes of laughter,  Feeling of inner warmth,  Feeling of home.  Everyone else seems so light; They accept the change.  I might be a stubborn person Who refuses to budge; Who refuses to move  With the ever-increasing time, That decreas...

  A divine grace, brings miracles alive, In Him we must believe, by Dharma we must abide. An entity of patience, God and mercy, He showed us the way, even to those who couldn't see.  He strove for world peace, he strove to bring light  To the loneliest of hearts, to the darkest of times.  And today is the day we shall remember His star,  As He connected minds, near and far. Mahaperiyava, His title, renowned by the world, He knew, he was there, to pull us out;  When troubles tend to unfurl.  At 13, I might wish for many,  But at 13, He wished for none.  He gave up His desires to bring Dharma, At 13, He became the one. He is God's way of reminding that hope is still there ,  All we need to do is pray and believe;  God is everywhere.

  Reflections.  Reflections, in the mirror Reflections, in the water Reflections, in your eyes. Reflections, in memories.  Reflections, in your mind.  The reflection in a mirror is pure.  It is true.  But it merely shows what one is outside.  The reflection in water is wavered.  It is disturbed by ripples.  Still water, broken by the wind  Swimming fish  Or self.  An image, broken by us. The reflection in your eye is what you see. It is the reflection of something you know,  Something you've seen before. The reflection in your memories is what you remember Wavered slightly, or greatly  By imagination  And fantasies  And delusion. The reflection in your mind  Is what you understand.  Is what you interpret.  It is what you feel.  It is how you reflect on something,  It is your impression of a reflection.  As for a real reflection,  True to its fullest,  Does it really ex...

  Just a single drop of water,  In a huge downpour of rain.  What could I possibly signify; Other than vain? Would you notice if I disappeared?  Would you notice if I refrained,  From falling upon the ground,  Pattering down the lane? None of us matter at all; What purpose do we serve?  I'm just another rain drop,  There is more yet I deserve. Why must I go as well,  If millions, billions are of same verve? If millions, billions out there,  Are still there to be conserved? I might be worthless alone,  But what I have realised- WE are worth so much together,  The power comes from inside.  Every tiny droplet Contributed to the force,  And if I ever do feel so worthless-  I must know, although I am just one in  billions,  To many, I bring hope.

Have you had the feeling  Where all your thoughts were fading,  Memories slipping.  Present, but out of reach.  But within reach. Locked away, but still alive  Yet fresh in my mind.  If it's so clear to remember, why can't I? Because I can, but I can't.  I feel the memories.  I don't see them.  I sense the thoughts,  But I can't properly think.  It's like a dream,  Something you experienced,  Something you can remember,  But it slips away as you try.  But it was definitely real (in your mind)-  That's the difference between memories,  And dreams.  Dreams can fade, unless they're profound enough.  Memories appear to fade,  But memories are always so powerful  That nothing can wipe them.  They are merely hidden in plain sight.  Waiting, for the day  They will be recalled.  And that day might come,  Or it might not. 

  Do you believe  That there's the possibility of different worlds  Made of different physics,  Different creatures,  Different terrain?  Do you believe,  That it's possible  That the whimsies and fancies  Narrated in every story  And dreamt by every child  Really exist?  You'll probably tell me, "Ohhh what childish nonsense Ohhh you're such a kid It does not do to dwell in fantasies-" But guess what There are more creatures out there, There are more creatures that dwell  In those very fantasies  Of millions of dreams  Of millions of minds. Do you believe,  That every character in every story,  Not only books - but every STORY,  Truly exists, in a hologram,  Or in a parallel universe?  You don't need to believe.  Because I do.  I truly believe that every bit of nonsense,  Chatter, musings, dreams, fantasies -  They all exist.  If not here, then someplace else. Lan...

  Have you felt time  Physically slipping away?  You probably think you can't see  Time change  Transform  Destruct what used to be.  But I've seen. And once I did, I felt the grip slacken  I felt moments becoming memories  Achievements becoming history  Goals becoming a memorabilia  Of the journey we took.  Smiles fading away,  Laughter silencing itself.  And only the people who saw the beauty  Can see how it crumpled today. The changes are ever-changing,  But change is never always only In a single direction.  They changed both ways  At the same times.  To earn something,  Something is given up.  The sweetest moments sacrificed  For hopefully better times yet to come. And for the sake of the wonderful past,  For my sake,  I will try to make the future as good  And better.