Abyss

The vain mind

Seeing invisible,

only imperfections

Plagued by doubt,

bewitched by illusion,

in mirrors ,in eyes,

in reflections.

A greater loss of sight,

Unnoticed, unseen.

The distortions ,within ,

of a soul,

from beautiful to ugly,

reminiscent of

lost battles,and

the journey between.

Context and Inspired by

In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a handsome Greek youth who had never seen his reflection. The nymph Echo had been punished by Hera for gossiping by being cursed to forever "have the last word". Echo had seen Narcissus walking through the forest and wanted to talk to him, but because of the curse she wasn't able to speak first. When Narcissus became thirsty and stopped to take a drink, he saw his reflection in the water for the first time. Not knowing any better, he fell in love and started talking to it. Echo had been following him and started repeating the last thing he said. Not yet understanding reflections, Narcissus thought his reflection was speaking to him and became more engaged. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away at the pool and changed into the flower that bears his name, the narcissus.

And from the immensely readable…….

The narcissism epidemic: living in the age of entitlement By Jean M. Twenge, W. Keith Campbell

The Drama of the gifted Child by Alice Miller.

I was reading an article about how vanity is not merely a trait but a terminal mental affliction for celebs who shun the outside world as they age because they rather people remember them for their beauty from the heydays. And how it is very nearly fatal...The same goes for the runway models and ballerinas who are obsessed with perfectionism, risking their mental and physical health by pushing them to inhuman limits.

Romeo and Juliet

Juliet

The heart ,too ,

has seasons.

One to meet,

to part,

To make up

and fight.

Yet

all it takes to live

is love,

Not reasons.

Romeo

I know not

what gloom awaits

If it is willed so,

even in death,

parted in body,

but in soul ,

though,

we shall remain ,

in love,

conjoined fates.

The midnight's child

Dark and deep ,I serenade,

Like broodings of a senile mind.

And the souls long to see,

What mere eyes shall never find.

In the light of day its another self,

Theres more to what one could be.

Unraveled , naked in this obscurity,

If only the spirits were set truly free.

Taught to assume, grim and evil,

For all ,through ages, oh! despised night.

If one dint shun in hate, they’d hear,

There’s a music in me ,

Mellifluously cold and quiet.

When the sleeping sun rises above,

bedside reveries take your leave.

Have your dance and song by the day,

To  a life and world of make believe.

When you are back in my embrace,

Silenced in you ,incessant chatters,

as close to real as you could be,

for good or bad, nothing else matters.

That song in your heart

Its no matter today,

so, you sing me a song

thats in your heart.

Even when there are

no blues to chase away.

I know not the words

And I know I croak,

but I cud'nt care any less.

All I want is to hum along.

So, will you sing me a song?

Sometimes its nice

just to say,

there's no one else,

I would rather be with.

I love you,

I always did.

You are not much for

words or show.

and that I'm so weird.

so mush.

and a little mad .

Still, you

think the world of me,

that I know.

Can we then just let

us be?

Love all the wrongs

in each other we see.

For now,

All i want is to

hum along.

So, will you sing me a song?

Happy New Year!

Yes it is.
And I am here.

Amid people and noise,

music and beer.

And food,for thought.

More than my fill,

More than my choice.

As the count winds down

Alls hushed now,murmurs only.

and then the cheers spread, 

like a wildfire through the town.

For everyone its 
a second chance.

I walk away ,
look around

 and ask in random

for just one dance.

Its loud and mad again

and I cant hear.

Nothing at all.Not a clue,

of what's the moron

 screaming into my ear.

And you are 

heaven knows where!

Like the ripped out page
 from my diary.

and its funny I should 
think of you now.

No.Not Funny. How dare?

Its all wrong.You.

 I left behind.

You cant be not here,
and still be, 

on my mind.

The music is soft now,

and the voice is saying,

all I catch although is,

"honey,we should get going."

I step back and peer.

Just like that

the tears run amok.

Those eyes .That voice.

Boy! Am I in some shock?

You know me, maybe,

better than I do.

You know I cant 

and haven't been me,

 without you.

Somethings dont change.

Not at all,

Not through the years,

the vaccum inside,

the heartbreak,

and the silly fight.

I am glad that

you came, 

after all.

Happy New Year.

To keep the flame burning

Yes.

I say.

I am in love with you.

Should you ask,

why? 

Reason,

I could give you a few.

But what I don't tell is 

for you to read.

And I won't ask back.

Your lips can lie all

they want, 

for your eyes,

is all I shall ever need.

I know you now.Now I don't.

Its this tickle 

without the touch,

that I fell for.

I confess.

And its alright if you wont.

Its a long way to

 what we can be,

someday.

I want to be there 

to hear, see and feel.

Walk to the end of the world

with you,and be there,

All the way.

If you still are

in some bits of doubt,

Let go.Let it be.

Don't figure me like math.

I am best left unsolved,

with mysteries to me

Isn't that's what Love's all about?

I watched the sun rise....

Like the wick in a candle.

Burning all night.

Steadily.

Fading away into the wee hours.

Wasting away.

Slowly.

Theres is,but,

nothing to show,

The still warm to touch

wax on the stand.

Traces of the drip

on the brass handle 

of the drawer, in teak,

below.

Bygone of a light

that had once been.

A glory that the flame

had once seen.

Of hope that it held in 

its wake, in those

hazel eyes.

Stillness.All around.

A quilt that silenced

strains of a shatter.

And therein lay, 

destroyed,

a web of lies.

The streaming rays 

on the porch.

Tip of the nose,

Shining bright.

Contouring unsightly

circles under the eyes.

Dark.They dispel.

Some of it 

from the previous night.

Glad its a new day.

Heaven hold the

door ,wide open.

And,

wish it all away.

I am lit up.All inside.

Deep.

Free to believe

and lose again.

And they wont be back

to haunt.

Till I sleep.

Until I sleep.