Reflections by the Moonlight

as I sat by the banks of the river
under the vivid moonlight;
I saw different reflections of me
the first being the person who I had become
others, a reflect of who I wanted to be
and the rest, a reflect of the soul within me
what was real? the person whom I saw, or
a direct reflection of my soul..??!!

why did it take the moonlight reflection
to unveil this reality of life, to me
was I living in denial all along?
under the resplendent moonlight
that engulfed everything around me
I saw the distinctive profiles within ME
stretched across and over the shore line,
in bits n' pieces, which left me pondering ~
how many different lives was I living?

trapped between the wants, illusions n' reality
I was torn between them like never before
a reflect here, a reflect there, a reflect everywhere
I wanted all of them...
to be united as ONE in entirety
as it was these pieces of reflection
which when coalesced, reflected in true essence
the person, the soul that was the real ME..!!

A Poem

Penning a poem to me

is as important as expressing

all of me trapped within me..!!

We all have our daily lives,

pursuits, goals to accomplish

but what remains trapped within

are the words and emotions unexpressed

and this is exactly what a poem does

it gives it form, a persona, an identity,

of being something that someone can relate

to other than the poet who penned it

a poem is a reflection of ~

thoughts, realization n' feelings

flowing from the poet's mind

into the medium chosen to express

to connect a lot of unchained thoughts,

cognizant enough to evoke the inner "YOU"

thru' the poet's heart, mind, spirit n' soul

woven together and manifested as a POEM..!!

Reflection

I look into 

my reflection

n' what do I see

a moving soul

caught in

festered life

chaste innocence

trapped in a

labyrinth mind

of strewn emotions

n' sodden eyes

that reflect pain

I look at her again

n' all I see

is a damsel in distress

calling out for help

to be freed from

captivity of 

her traumatic past

to be the one 

that she wants to be

the real child-woman

that she is

I know by now

that what I see

is not an illusion 

it is me

yet, it can't be true

but it is

n' there is 

no escape

for it is

the reflection 

of my face