I wrote this about a year back and found it recently under some old uncatalogued text files. I still wonder why I never came to put it up.

Its night, a decent one at that
And i am sitting by the water
There’s a shadow under my feet
And its shining bright tonight

There’s a reflection that bubbles up
And slowly dies away
Just when i try to catch it
Playfully it withers from me

Finally i catch it and am surprised
Its none but me that i find staring
At me, and no other could it be
I turn away, but for a moment,
And look back into those eyes

They tell a story
A story of anguish
A story of delight
And much thats not known

It questions this world
And those who make it
It questions who win
And if they deserve it
It ridicules those who cant think
On why they can be led
It is surprised at the world
For its becoming

Again i see something bubbling up
Its the eyes this time, not water
And inside those eyes there’s fire
A fire that wants to destroy

Destroy those who dont have a right
A right to exist or live
And yet it fights within
On whether it has the right to judge rights

No matter what the answer maybe
None has the right
Over a human life
And thats what aint so bright
For many people but to let go
Is a bit of fright
And hence they lock and hide
What should be set aside

The fire dazzles and there’s a face within
A face i know but too well
For its a face connected to whom i love
And yet there’s only hatred that will dwell

For someone who creates , but joy
For someone who despairs and pushes it on
For someone who gets what he does not deserve
And yet there’s a cover that he dons
On what he cannot give and yet he expects
Without shame and fear, of destiny and of love

And one day, when the time comes
He would be left beyond
For it is destiny that follows us
And we who follow destiny