Friday, February 10, 2012

Inner breeze

I have gravity in me.
It pulls everything towards
a lurking unknown centre.
Happenings and stillness
flutter the inside breeze.
There, in tracts of nowhere
I exist.
Yes, it is just me.
Self looking at self.
In a mirror, so polished
reality and image
merge into ambiguity.

1 comment:

Avi said...

If the reality and the image merge, won't the result be less ambiguous than each of them on their own ?