I should get out of this rut...but until then, I shall rely on the past! Here's another short piece, written ages ago!
Mirror on the wall, still water in the sink
Show what you are, a snapshot in time;
Hand jerks uncontrolled,
A tinkle, a rush,
The moment passes, so do you;
Shards of glass scatter on the floor,
Still water swirls, ever so untrue;
Like pages torn from a book that tells its story no more
Remind you that just as they are ephemeral, so are you.
Moment of Truth
9 years ago
2 comments:
Dear philosopher, Which rut are you talking about? You're in a moving frame of reference! Oh My God, I can't believe you have come to the level of talking to the mirror:-) I stumbled upon your blog and i find a rambler...onnume puriyala ulagaththila:-)
Hahaha, I love rambling!
The rut is the fact that ive started talking to mirrors. :p
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