Still

Often when we think our mind is at rest, it surprises us - because it keeps thinking,

Often the relentless heart keeps reminding us of the reason it beats for,

Often the moment that goes by are reminiscence of the yester years,

Often the burning desires of your body gets buried in the darkness of the societal norms,

Often the darkest of the skies calms your soul while the brightest of the days scares you to the core,

In that still water when you see your reflection,

You search through the eyes of that resemblance,

And before you could see through the soul and know more about yourself,

The water waves off the lucidity exposing only the faint picture that you already know.