Rising and falling together
Two twin halves divide me
I like to be seen and yet not see
To hear and not listen
I want to fly but not fall.
The looking glass sees me single
But broken pieces lie in me
And I see the mirrors in a hazy mirror
Yet I am no puzzle to wise eyes
I stand divided without reason
A human full of endless thoughts
Sometimes I love the sun, sometimes the moon
Two hearts of mine I know
One that denies the other that asks
I know I stand divided
But the line of division hides
If I could touch its edge
I would be free of vying halves
But be a prison of monotony.
This was written at the moment of transition from teenage into adulthood. Published in Literary Explorer.
Interesting. A constant reference to binary opposites in your writings.Not a wonder you are such a puzzle at times.
ReplyDeletePhilosopher, your divisions confuse my common head.
ReplyDeleteA matured philosophical thought.
ReplyDeletesome times we encountered such suituation.
Is it called as Half- Hearted ness?
halfheartedness or maybe that transitional phase when we struggle between what we believe in and what we are taught to believe in.
ReplyDeleteSandeep,not to "wise eyes" ;).
ReplyDeleteSowmya, they confuse me too ;)!
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