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Reena Puri Poems
There are Mirrors and there are Soul Mirrors! ! We see the mirror every day Reflecting the Physicality of the countenance
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.
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.
A lone tree in the moors Dancing in tandem with the storm A jagged streak of lightening finds it's mark The bogs sighed
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
truth versus lie
I am Truth and I am bitter No one likes to hear me I am what I am Plain and simple
Winter of Despair
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.
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!
Journey Of A Stream
Like a fetus in a mother's womb the tiny stream grew Getting life from the frozen glacier pool. Come one summer
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.
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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There are Mirrors and there are Soul Mirrors! !
We see the mirror every day
Reflecting the Physicality of the countenance
Beauty that pleases the eye....
Imperfections that we turn away from!
How often do we see the 'Soul Mirror'?
Blemished and fragmented by vanities...
Would we see the purity of the inner self?
Face the thoughts, that would shame light to darkness!
There are Mirrors and there are Soul Mirrors
We decide which one we wish to see.....