mirror of the past

mirror of the past - 6 years

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?

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Clouded

Every night, I bring myself To stare up at the sky - But turn back home, with a frown on my face, Clouds blocking stars, showing wry. Every morning, I peek out the window To marvel at the sea above - But turn away, losing hope, Cotton figures, masking what I love. Every time I see the clouds, I curse them, with all might, They don't deserve to be up there, Ruining the bright days and starry nights. And one day, the clouds finally went away, And I stargazed in much peace. But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty - Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece. In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements - And something inside me missed watching The white shapes that merrily float past - I didn't realise they had much meaning. Though much couldn't be seen, they brought A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see - You only can, when one day, The clouds decide t...

Eclipsed

Moon: I shine every night Though, once a month, I take a break But I'm seen regularly, And it's not a big deal. Few stop by To marvel at me. But what about the others - Can they even see? And tonight is the night A shadow shall be cast upon me I hope no one notices - My brief moments without glory. Oh, but who am I kidding? Of course, when I'm humiliated In the vast night sky Just me, and an eery shadow upon me That That is when the humans Choose to gaze at me. And then, to say I am weak And I'm always overruled by The sun, and shadows, and clouds? That is not fair. But the truth that the moon does not know Is that our little downfalls Are what define us. They're the little things that make us Better - Perfection isn't a thing; but realism is. Someone who is perfect cannot be likeable - But someone with flaws has more pe...

What it really feels like, being indecisive.

Let's get started. Pick the next line: You mean I need to choose? You'll do just fine - That is NOT true - Whatever, pick the next - I CANNOT DECIDE . I mean why not? That's my flawed side. Oh, ambiguous, are we? Sure, just pick a line for me. Is this turning into a poem? It better be! Why can't you decide on one answer? What if one is better than the next? Don't think too much about possible blunders - That is exactly why I fret. You can't not have an opinion - But that's how it is. You should really change - It's not my fault I'm indecisive. Think about it, I'm used to heat, but at the moment I can use some cool But I can survive in the Sahara if I have to But I'll suffer in cold rooms, I might even solidify But now, the heat is a bit hard to bear But I'm afraid, the AC might get too extreme - ALRIGHT, I understand, it's pretty hard to ...

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