I am the Mirror, I am the Wall.

As i move forward i find my feet swaying on the rocks of time. The porch i stand on watches my shadow dancing to the tunes of the sunset. Like the sun that keeps the promise of the rising sun, i keep one too. Lying somewhere in some corner of my mind. The dark keeps itself busy with the breeze and the light awaits carrying the hopes of many.

The apprehensions of time are misunderstood often and this revered pal moves at its own pace. What makes a man wise? I ask this to myself everyday. There are some boundaries i seek out for in vain and standing on the other side of the fence makes me realise that i would still feel the same if i stand either side of it. Why do we always want to be on the other side? When will we learn to stay on the side we belong to and be happy for just awhile. I always have walked the line of time with nothing in my hand but a vague memory.

Trying to run as hard as i can, I run along the faith of time but i run out of breath and i find myself standing where i started. Holding my empty boxes of will I carry on and hope to find something different within someday until then I want to keep moving, keep running. As I run faster I understand that the darkness just surrounds you whereas the light envelopes you. The ripples in still mind are created by the stone of reason thrown into it. As the ripples move outward slowly the mind dies down and a more strong emotion lets it slip away.

Here I lie in my own backyard mending the walls of sanity and trying to understand my mind. Lost in the ashes of sensibility I look for the passionate sorrow. They speak to me sometimes when I am alone in my heart. The questions that spring up have the sweet smell of innocence. Answers I try to find for these questions make me look on the wall on which I write my words very carefully. Sometimes, I, feel i am standing in front of a mirror and not the wall. And I can see what exactly I am made of. Gazing it like i never stood there, I still look for a way and I remind myself that I am the wall and I am the mirror.