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When it is hard for the eyes to spot the difference
Between reality and virtual reflection
The commotion in the mind searches for reminiscence
But in vain goes all the introspection

He looks through the glass of guilt made
Translucent by the scars of selfishness
Yearning to do righteous deeds slowly fade
Trapped in the comfort zone exposing helplessness

Focused on the light he tries again
Trusting the trees and leaves to be real
He breaks the glass leaving weakness’ feign
To climb to the roof enchantingly surreal

Upon reaching the top he turns and sees
The journey traveled from dungeons to sky
Tired, he deep breathes the refreshing breeze
Lived and loved enough, he now wasn’t scared to die


Reflection – The Free Writing Challenge 2.0

Thank you Kritika for a significant fraction of my posts are now related to you. πŸ˜€ Whenever I feel I have nothing to write, I get an award or challenge from you which keeps the process going πŸ™‚
I have to admit that your posts are a perfect blend of humor, wisdom and romance. They are always a treat to read πŸ™‚

If anyone is unaware of the rules, please have a look at my previous post where all of them are listed.

The word given to me was – Reflection. Though it sounded easy, but I spent the first 90 seconds thinking how to start πŸ˜€

Here is my attempt to do justice to her hopes πŸ˜€

As soon as the eye contact was made, he asked me a very simple question. He wanted to know that what I did today and after knowing that, the follow up question was whether it was supposed to happen this way. None of us knew who was at fault but there was one thing we both were sure of. It was that for the world both of us were responsible for all of it, but in reality only one had to be kept accountable. We both looked with knowing eyes, still a doubt crawled along our nerves like a snake, tightening its grip, and crushing the vein in which conscience flowed from the heart.

My reflection and I, were engrossed deep in thought when a small deep water fish came to the surface to get some fresh air. And the reflection distorted. We became one again. No matter how easy it was to put the blame on him and come out clean. I just had to say, β€œI wasn’t being me”. But in reality, it is just too difficult to lie to yourself. The temporary scrape-goat gets destroyed by the tiniest of the emergence of truth from deep within and then, its only you, versus you.

Timer Set: 10 Minutes
Total Number of Words:Β 206 (I made an improvement of 3 words from the first attempt πŸ˜› )

And now my nominations are:
PrajaktaΒ – A brilliant writer of both prose and poems. Something I wish to achieve someday
Sudakshi – She writes for a reason and its really important that her pieces are read by the world
ShethΒ – A wonderfully organized poet
UrviΒ – A truly versatile and multi-talented blogger
Barrira – Her each post is thought provoking
Shambhavi – Our familiar creative soul

And your word is : Ink
Enjoy πŸ™‚