Reena Puri

There are Mirrors and there are Soul Mirrors! !

We see the mirror every day
Reflecting the Physicality of the countenance
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Life is a kaleidoscope of emotions
Some bitter gourd some honey sweet
Of hopes and despairs that wax and wane like the phases of the moon.
Others like the Northern Lights inspire feelings of awe and delight.
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She looks out of the window
riot of colors in the air
Masses of drenched bodies swaying to the pagan beats
Shiva's prasad breaking the inhibitions that had been held fast.
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For many summers, the Earth had been barren, bereft of any coverings.
The relentless rays of the Sun, heartless in intensity, searched in vain for shadows.

As if, this was but not enough!
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Passion flows like a river wild
Coursing down my veins.
No barriers or dams can hold back the fiery emotions that threaten to burn me alive.
My heart gallops away like an unbridled horse on the wild plains of desire.
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I fell in to the womb of soil, an accidental birth,
that no one thought or cared about.
With barely enough moisture and almost leached birthing sphere,
It was a miracle that I managed to sprout free in that arid atmosphere.
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Like a fetus in a mother's womb
the tiny stream grew
Getting life from the frozen glacier pool.
Come one summer
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I am Truth and I am bitter
No one likes to hear me
I am what I am
Plain and simple
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I have given you words plucked from the skies
The words that were once stars
I cradled you in my arms
Like you were a warm sunbeam
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A lone tree in the moors
Dancing in tandem with the storm
A jagged streak of lightening finds it's mark
The bogs sighed
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The tree stood alone on the grassy knoll
It's branches spread wide and green swaying in the winds.
Alone, yet happy to be the nurturer of many that he was.
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