My Inspiration? My Mirror…
My Inspiration? My Mirror…1 min 335 1 min 335
With each night caressing me into a deep slumber
Healing the wounds, many a number,
Every morning I rise like a phoenix,
Though with unfulfilled dreams, I remember.
My own reflections I ponder upon
In the blissful morning sky,
Which offer me a new ray of hope
From all the gloomy nights.
With the powerful sun playing a riot of colour
Bringing out life in all its splendour
Teasing me for the unaccomplished tasks,
Which certainly outnumber
Who am I supposed to look up to?
When deep within there is much to look for.
With the gentle breeze blowing on me,
With every hot sip touching my lip,
I pull together every thread to weave a new story,
Which can bring me nothing but glory.
If the woman in me rushes with desire
The mother in me hushes the fire.
Balancing both the worlds, in duality I exist,
Striving to redefine myself and desiring to be desired.
Drawing inspiration from my own self
I gather courage to accomplish the tasks ahead
If this day too passes without a success
Thou shall not deter, as another day lies ahead.