Another

“Who are you?” I asked. He didn’t reply.

I looked at him. I had seen him before, but couldn’t place him.

Realization dawned. “No. You can’t have changed so much. Why? You were so different yesterday. So this is what life does to people, huh?”

I looked in the mirror and stared at another.

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

42 thoughts on “Another

  1. This is unusually special. When I look in the mirror I don't recognize myself, even if the face looks familiar.Thanks for your visit and comment!

  2. Me, too, can't believe what my eyes sometimes see in the mirror, but yes, oftentimes, could not place the young me before…why? Maybe there was no mirror yet when I was young and have not seen the young me before…:P

  3. I am trying to find a word in dictionary to praise you so that no one ever can't forget that word, wait till that as of now, "You are an Awesome Writer for sure.."..Yours Frendly,Saravana Kumar M

  4. @Denise,thank u. glad u love the words! thanks for dropping by my space! 🙂 and yes, this round atleast, i'll be a regular! want to do all the 26 letters.

  5. @Saravana,whoa. that was a bit of an exaggeration my friend. i'm OK i know, but not that good either! 🙂 thanks for the wonderful comment! 🙂

  6. @Prams,it also happens when the person you were seems more alluring than the person you are right now. :)but, yeah, yours is a true scenario too 😉

  7. Life has strange ways of moulding, turning or twisting you. 😉 Those various experiences in life makes it so. That is precisely the reason you see a different 'you' in the mirror every time. You may love it or hate it…but you cant ignore it coz you have earned it!! 🙂

  8. oh yes it happens…we look in the mirror and try to recognize the person…i sometimes know who i am looking at…and sometimes i don't…

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