The better reflection..

Who said reflections were identical?
It was always her mood that defined my day.If she were in her right mood, even the most mundane would magically turn into something rather more interesting and exciting.Her attitude towards life surprised me. She had the ability to cherish every moment with her child-like innocence, uninhibited by how inappropriate people thought it sometimes could be.
It seemed so dangerous to me, thinking about how independantly and "on her terms" she lived her life; as though practicality had lost its worth. I was beginning to grow jealous of her, of her unconventional wisdom and that smile, a smile that came straight from her heart, uncalculated and divine!
She was everything that freedom brought; and her advice, so sensible and her energy, so unbounded..

    She probably sensed how I felt and whispered her comforting words into my ear,"Dear Oh Dear! If I am free, so are you; images are misconceptions but reflections are always true!

a "HE" for my "She"

The sun was up and her feet in sand
The day was bright and everything looked so grand
She was laughing and talking to the wind
And thats the moment, when she saw him

He looked tall, smart and bright
She hid behind a tree to stay out of sight
Ah! So charming, she thought and giggled
And he turned and she just wriggled.

He smiled at her, and she just blushed.
Down my spine, a cold wave rushed.
He stretched his arm, and offered his hand.
But she turned away giving a look so bland.

I asked her why she blew it away
When the two could have spent together such a wonderful day
But then she said "If he really does care
I think he"ll probably join me out here."

To Die with me...

We were walking down the street at night. While I looked as though I was freezing to death, she said she was fine. As we were nearing the streetlamp, she asked me if we could sit for a while. So I said "fine" and we sat on a bench nearby. We talked a lot that evening, we spoke of life , we spoke of friends , and discussed about every issue and every trend. But then after some time she became unusually quiet, and I thought she probably was thinking about something.
As I was gazing at a dozen fireflies flying right over my head, she asked me if I was scared of death. "umm.. NO!" I said with very low conviction. She smiled and took my hand and together we walked down a mile. She was contantly humming some random song; I was creeped out by her strange behaviour.

Suddenly, a car just drove past us and I screamed with fright; but to my surprise, she instantly hugged me tight! And looking into my eyes she gently whispered to me "I know! I am scared too and its a scary night, But together I am sure we will be alright!"

the unknown she!

It was different this time, as though lightening was scaring away the thunder. My conviction of her being calm and patient was beginning to be contradicted strongly by her sudden change in behavior.
She looked so furious and agitated that storms for now seemed to be more peaceful. I  crept to a corner wondering how overpowering she had become.She was frustrated and fed up of; her failing attempts, insensitivity of snobs and ingratitude of the selfish greed feeders. I couldn't believe I said those words.My tongue grew sharper, although not as that of a sword, yet , capable of inflicting the deepest wounds.
Scared of her, I peeked but then I saw her upset and crying herself to sleep. I went near her and brushed her hair with my fingers. She turned to me and hugged me tight and together, we cried.
She apologized to me, but I said to her , "You live in me, I come from you, And I thought I was weak, until I knew you!"

  

Embrace yourself!

I decided to go backstage, to wish her luck. When I went in, I saw her clutching the curtains, so nervous; holding it tight in an attempt to never let go of it. I looked at her; she was wearing a formal dress, paired with  high heeled sandals and her hair was carefully combed and pinned; she looked, well ,i would say,"presentable!"

She shared with me her fears of performing. She confessed that she knew she could sing well, but it was the response of the gathering that shook her knees. I smiled at her and softly sang to her, "If it has to be perfect, it has to be you; forget what others instructed you!"
She gave the slip to the curtain at once, and  peeked at her unnerving hearers. Then as I carefully watched her, she unbuttoned her sleeves and unstrapped her sandals. Confidently, she walked barefoot on stage and the audience was blown away; and most importantly, she sang well!
And while I overheard the cheer and applause that she received, I looked at those sandals; black, high heeled and beautiful!
And i asked myself, "Why wear shoes that pinch?"

Strings aint chains !

With those misty eyes, she looked at me; barely able to see anything past her disobedient locks. She smiled at me, with broken milk teeth, a face so bright, devoid of fear or uncertainty.
I thought to myself how easy it was her to tiptoe or sprint, with no fear of objection; free from pride, far from opinions or misjudgment.
I wondered how things could change so much! how could other's  notions begin to matter so much and every movement , expected to be measured or weighed! There is no freedom! No spontaneity!Every body is governed by the fear of being judged.

She twirled around me and ran; I laughed! Not amused by how adorable she was, but mocking my own inability to enjoy liberty. Oh! how I wish I could sweep or swing unrestrained.
She came closer and whispered to me "I am you, you are me; But thats not what everybody sees!"

I sang out loud to those clouds above, who gracefully poured down their generous love. And i stood there, beside the lake, drenched, alone on a lovely evening ....

Melodious lament

Prancing off the beaten track

On an eerie night so black

Singing out loud with all her might

To an insensitive lonesome night

There she stood with her big brown eyes

Staring at the world so bizarre

Smiling softly at those times

When she was arrogant about her dynamic mind

A mind that she believed was deprived of honour

By being paired with a frame so lamentable

For so immature was she to understand well

That gold, thought precious, is brittle still !!!