The Days moved with sun and moon
I was looking for that boon
Those loads of thoughts
The so called fights
For nothing
Still for something
No one knew the gust
So they became my guest
What is life?
I asked to myself
The reflection had a strong want of exploring the self
The quest started at that moment
The strange mind, asked a change
I was battered
I was hammered
All into me every time
Sometimes it turned me an evil
So a few saw the devil
Some obsessions
Some compulsions
Some possessions
A tough challenge to the mirror and its image
Never bothered for a single person
Who was silent with my shadows
Yes the image
Exclaimed the change
The I In me have dusted
To make it happen
By odd or even
I lived
With dead and alive
With sorrow and happiness
With abjectness
With objections
With rejections
I locked myself for days
My window panes said me here is your dream
Every time I hear the church bells
It had the sound of a my ill and will
My faith was buried deep inside
Beside the four walls of my side
The candles in the dark
I never explained anyone
I never guessed about anyone
So the bad had nothing to plough
The rough and tough
Time made me bold
That was story of a girl who lost her track
Till the day she saw her reflection
The story of change
Without any revenge
It’s all about her passion
The true story Of A reflection!
See your reflection & explore the self!
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11625041-The-reflection-by-Anna-Aneeta#sthash.t6vVm95n.dpuf
I was looking for that boon
Those loads of thoughts
The so called fights
For nothing
Still for something
No one knew the gust
So they became my guest
What is life?
I asked to myself
The reflection had a strong want of exploring the self
The quest started at that moment
The strange mind, asked a change
I was battered
I was hammered
All into me every time
Sometimes it turned me an evil
So a few saw the devil
Some obsessions
Some compulsions
Some possessions
A tough challenge to the mirror and its image
Never bothered for a single person
Who was silent with my shadows
Yes the image
Exclaimed the change
The I In me have dusted
To make it happen
By odd or even
I lived
With dead and alive
With sorrow and happiness
With abjectness
With objections
With rejections
I locked myself for days
My window panes said me here is your dream
Every time I hear the church bells
It had the sound of a my ill and will
My faith was buried deep inside
Beside the four walls of my side
The candles in the dark
I never explained anyone
I never guessed about anyone
So the bad had nothing to plough
The rough and tough
Time made me bold
That was story of a girl who lost her track
Till the day she saw her reflection
The story of change
Without any revenge
It’s all about her passion
The true story Of A reflection!
See your reflection & explore the self!
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11625041-The-reflection-by-Anna-Aneeta#sthash.t6vVm95n.dpuf