1. 15 april 2006:
Sometimes…
When I glance,
Beyond the mirror-
I see a lonely star,
With itself at war.
So many fears in the way~
So many seem, so far away.
Stars are many in the sky,
And never supposed to ask a ‘why’.
2. 02 april 2008:
Into the mirror I looked,
And found no story lurk.
It was me, very much me,
Adamantly awake,
Severely sleepy,
Dreamy-eyed.
Or was it her?
The one I knew/ didn’t know
Co-existed with me;
Did I, didn’t I?
I kept gazing at her,
Gazing back at me;
Questioning, wondering,
A session of story-telling…
And yet when I tried
Listening hard,
Deciphering, understanding;
To all that she had to say…
My eyes rested upon
The dirt that gathered
On the mirror on that day.
I went cleaning, cleansing,
The dirt, the dreams away…
