Don't look at me. Look into my eyes. I am not who you think I am.
I appear to be the way you want me to be...but take a look inside...I am not who I appear as.
In the glow of the Reflection...
A Self is lost.
Under the cover of existence...
Life struggles to live.
And,
In the chaos of Life...
Identity dies a premature death.
Take a look at the person in the mirror...
Is it you?
Is it the same person who talks to you when you are alone? Is this the person that you invariably entrust with all your secrets? Is this the person who knows your dreams...even sees them with you?
Or is it the person that the World sees in you...
I ask you...again...is it you?
A sky...as dark as darkness could have made it...
A moon...as bright as light could have made it...
Its a still night...
And a silent shadow hovers near me...
The Shadow of the me that i was...
The Shadow of the me that i wanted to be...
A Shadow is all that remains...
It is all that was ever true...
It is all that could have been true...
I move ...the Shadow follows...
A constant reminder of life's probable possibilities...
The only thing that remains...and is mine...
n will forever be so...
Is my shadow
My shadow is how I see myself...without a mirror...through my own eyes.
The mirror reflection is the me you see...
my shadow is my Truth
...and it follows me.
What would I say,its jst lyk magical words.how could u know these feelings of one's mind. Well u should be a psychologist,seriously.coz its nt nly abt u,bt for al, who always try to indentify their ownselves among d crowd of people. There is no-one to understand me,to feel me, n often we fail to recognize ourselves. Then a feeling suddenly arises in mind that-" IS THAT ME,WHO SEES HERSELF IN THE MIRROR,OR SUMONE ELSE WHO REMAINS EXISTS THERE SILENTLY,WHICH IS SPECIAL BT UNKNOWN"....
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