They said I'm bizarre, blunt and ruthless <br />when I was seeing myself through the mirror <br />and then the fortune stormed in and spat <br />and blamed me for what I really am <br /> <br />While the busy bees cheered for the unloved bird <br />peacocks chanted mantra of the dead and the void <br /> <br />The world i saw was a round wad of chewed gum <br />fixed around a seed of an orange, decayed slightly <br />the rivers flowed eternally, elegantly and swiftly <br />and the sun kept his gaze down on the walkers <br /> <br />While the hyenas went into hysterics and laughed <br />jackals stepped out of the closets in to the reality <br /> <br />I was fixated and dependent on my sight <br />made me overlook all my flaws and abilities <br />and then the life gave me a few lemons <br />I understood, simply the best won't suffice <br /> <br />While the whole world slept in the darkness <br />I searched for the light to make a bed-spread <br /> <br />Thus I found the reasons, answers and the truth <br />all at once, as well as the light, the magical kind <br />understood as I curled inside the shell again <br />it has been me, just me and myself, all along<br /><br />Pamuditha Zen Anjana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-backwards/
