Sunday, 4 June 2006

It was me!

I saw a face burning bright
In the mirror
It was me
After a day’s hard work
When I retired
I saw a face burning bright
In the mirror
It was me
I was tired, fatigued and stressed
Inside me very little energy was left
But when I returned home in the evening
I saw a face burning bright
In the mirror
It was me
I could not believe it
I made faces to check
Was it me
And I saw a face burning bright
In the mirror
It was me !


Blogger michelle said...

what a great poem! Beautiful. :)

4/6/06 5:19 am  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Michelle,
welcome to I&U,
thank you so much..
i hope you would spend more time here..

4/6/06 5:29 am  
Blogger Scheherazade said...

I really like the positive energy in your poems.
You visit despair but always resurface.

It's a pleasure.

(found your blog by way of Crunchy Weta)

4/6/06 8:39 am  
Blogger Danny Sillada said...

Lovely poem and introspective.

4/6/06 9:50 am  
Blogger paris parfait said...

So clever - and is that the Eiffel Tower looming over your head or a copy? :)

4/6/06 9:23 pm  
Blogger Nova said...

As always, a very nice poem.

Isn't it strange how sometimes the face that stares back from the mirror is our own face and yet it is so unrecognizable?

4/6/06 10:52 pm  
Blogger gret's place said...

great poem, great words, great picture...loved this!


4/6/06 11:22 pm  
Blogger abhay k said...

hi Scheherazade,
Welcome to I&U,
Thank you so much...your words are very valuable to me...
even i think thats one quality (rising from the ashes)i have...seems I would overcome obstacles in the end..

Hi Danny,
Welcome to I&U,
thanks a lot for your kind words..

Hi Paris,
Thanks...without your comments this section does not look good...I have added you in my friend's list...
That photo was taken on 1st Jan 2006 while I was in Paris...

Hi Nova,
long time...thank you so much for visiting...could not agree with you more..

Hi gret's place,
thank you so much...great poem, great words but great picture...that's a big compliment...thanks..

4/6/06 11:58 pm  
Blogger Gary said...

Great poem... and nice hat! Very French.

5/6/06 9:18 am  
Blogger abhay k said...

Hi Gary,
Thank you so much...and the french thing ...for a change...

5/6/06 11:31 am  
Blogger Oksana Mirovaya said...

Good poem.It make to think about the inner power which we all have deep deep inside. We do not use i usually, in everyday life. In fact, we even do not know about it. This power is in deep sleep. What I think, it is a power of our original stage, soul consciousness.When I remember that I am a shining star, the spark of subtle light, eternal spiritual energy.... and i feel this.. that gives power to my tired body too, and I am fresh again. Did you ever practiced this? I did, and I felt like I was new born, full of strenth, no matter how tired I was before.

15/9/07 3:28 am  

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