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Writings on the Wall IV

Art credit: @ottokim

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Change

Pic source : Pintrest (art by @ottokim)

(​Change is constant, change is progress, change is revolution, change is evolution….Change is children forgetting to play in the gardens or even playgrounds.Change is, a mother forgetting to worry how dirty and messed up her child would be after play….change is so vast that I can hardly trap and concise them into my words. Still I have tried putting up a small vision of change through this short piece. Please read, enjoy and taste my writing. )
Tabs, Ps5 or 4, I hardly know…

Mobiles and Android I am well aware

 with play store

And the range of apps, I can select, de-select,

With WiFi or Jio, it’s a lot easier

And play with my eyes stuck forever.

Gone are the days of the past

I am done with hurting my limbs or my arms

I can play and play for hours

Without running or getting tired

Immense pleasure is what I get

With my body, at full rest

My brain is working, I am well aware,

Continuing the flow of the game

O! Genius I have well played 

Crossed so many levels.

To reach a point I so long desired

……

Sore eyes, vision blurred, 

a few eye-drops

Round, square, minus or plus powered spectacles, 

nice and trendy they go with my every clothes…..

Lights Off, 

Again do I play with my eyes stuck…

With only my two fingers

 selecting

Candy Crush,

Clash of clans 

or Subway surfers…….
14/01/2018

Pr_timeandreflections.

Sympathize

Source – Google

  I woke up and 

Placed myself in front of the mirror

That carefully detailed my features

The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips and my hands

My spotted skin, few scars and freckles

My smile with teeth not visibly bright; few lost

My natural  silver hair ,Few black dyed and artificial

They say my  skin, thin and pale; loose and sagged breast.

I call it elasticity with

channels of blue nerves visible and

Every  year the invisible artist sculpts

What people called wrinkles on my face

But I call them dimples

My eyes recently got rid of that cataract still nothing changed

 And the power keeps on  increasing

The skin isn’t the same like it was when my mother first breast-fed me.

That change is just permanent

My lips  is forever sucked in. I find this a little weird,  funny as my ears too droops. 

But do not worry

Oh! it’s the gravity that has pulled it down.

No more does the blood river within me flows

The ascending years have mutated me

In a beautiful way. Still I am me the same person with my story unchanged.

I did not worry like the evil queen in Snow White and the seven dwarfs

Even when my mirror spoke and showed me the glimpses of my future days

Instead I was happy because 

He who created me is an Artist and I myself his Art.

Having consumed so much of this Earth

I will still have nothing to repay her back

Except after my death,my decomposed self

Ready to merge with her;

 Still ready and willing to turn each page

Thank God! you never age…

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