The Mirror

My eyes let me see everything around me,

But not me, not my own self:

How do I look?

What do others think of me?

The mirror answers me and announces-

This is not what you hoped for!

I look at my reflection and what do I see:

I see doubt, I see depth,

I imagine everything I wanted to be.

There's opportunity written all over my face and future in my hands,

Shoulders burdened with responsibility,

A stomach full of butterflies,

And legs trembling with anticipation.

The body seems ready but the mind seems not,

The heart is pumped but the arteries are clot.

You're ready to fly but your anchor holds strong.

Let go and love fear,

Take off those wrinkles and bring back that grin!

O GOD, help me loosen those strings,

Help me unburden my load,

Let me convert that potential into constructive work.

When I look into the mirror a few years down the line,

Let me look at this moment in awe,

Because it would have changed my life forever!

Mirror-O-Mirror, remind me every dawn and every night,

Of all the things on the other side,

Of which I have dreamt and craven for life,

So that the future becomes my present, NOW!

The Prequel

I think and I ponder,

And so often wonder,

Why was LIFE given to me?

Me- A mortal soul like me?

Was it to accomplish a certain goal?

Of which I have no scope nor intention to toll!

Life happens, they say:

But when and where?

Was it when I was in school and used to dream of a better future?

Or is it when I think of those fun filled days in school-lazy and peculiar?

When do we live if not for the present, my friend:

'Coz the past and the future contain memories and possibilities,

And the only tangible moment is the time in your hands-NOW!

Why are we so scared of living in the present?

Carrying baggages from the past and fearing tomorrow, never took anyone anywhere!

Isn't it time we lived our life like free souls-like gypsies,

Not knowing where we come from and undecided about our future ahead:

In this weightlessness of thought,

The spirit yearns to do what it likes and this gives you unbridled joy!

But will we ever be able to achieve this-Utopian it seems!

A sense of gravitas pulls you down,

But not so much so as to constrain or stultify you:

But to only give you direction and a modicum of reality.

Explore those seas and oceans,

Go find your inner core;

Never be foolish but be child-like,

Making mistakes and ever learning,

And after experiencing these thrills,

I hope I would say-'What a life!'