So much purple
In this sunset
It seems
Cartoon.

Whether tomorrow comes
For only you; the night came for my
Soul. The winds that carry
Scents of all
Have also mine.
I am with you.
Always.

Whether tomorrow's workday
Saw me not returning home
Other than a phone call made
With expressed regret
I am right beside you,
Lending shoulder to your tears.
I am with you.
Always.

Whether tomorrow changed forever
For you (is this happening to me?)
I am as close to you
As the hands I hold your face with
Now, while I still
Can.
I am with you.
Always.

In front of the mirror
Talk with the alter ego
Always with you
But the mirror mirrors it
Projecting the soul
Being very candid
Unnerving at times
Is that what you are?
Emulating your thoughts
Entrenched deep within
At some corner of your heart
The mirroring mimicry
Of you, via the alter ego
Leaving you naked and exposed
The psychological drama unfurls
Comprehending your psyche
Are you caught unaware?
By the awareness of the mirror
Inadvertently, we mirror our thoughts
Are you ready to face yourself?
It’s the toughest of all battles
So, hold some positive thoughts
As the mirror can proclaim you the fairest of them all
The unbiased verdict of the mirror


© Amitav (Radiance)

A whiskey and ginger she had before bed
Alas the alcohol fumes went straight to her head
A  wobble in her step  as she crossed the room
Humming to herself a romantic tune
3 steps sideways and 2 steps back
She stood on the dog then sat on the cat
She turned to me with a smile on her face
Said why dont you come and visit my place
Ive got a present for you if you come to my room
But you'll only get it if you get there soon
So I entered her room, heard gentle snores
The present she promised now locked behind tightly closed doors

I've always been a lost soul,
striving to find some piece of mind.

Only caring for the things that inspire me;
lighting up my fires and burning down in a flash.

I live for the rush of the moment,
I seek endless adventures and enjoy the sensations they give me.

I don't know what's good for me, darling
and the truth is *I don't wanna know.

Reflections.
Reminders of something
In you I dislike about
Me.

So far from selflessly
We pat the shoulders of our
Loved ones when they
Remind us of our own
Rewardable sides.

We did good when they did good.
We harvest from their
Achievements.

I suppose mirrors are
The eyes of the
Soul.