Unmovable support

He cheers up
By his reflex jokes
He listens
To your frustrated swearing
He speaks his thoughts
From his experience
He juggles
Among his various works
He’s free 24-7
Just for you
He’s humble
As he knows what it feels
To be on the receiving end
Of harsh words
He wants to spread smiles
He tries his best
He cuts off sleep
To do the things he love
And sometimes
To help others
Who mean something to him
He gives priority to others
And tries to play
A second fiddler
He knows the excitement
He knows the joy
He knows the freedom
Of letting others feel free
He’s a friend
To you
But do you feel the same for him?
Sometimes he is a stranger
Sometimes an old friend
Sometimes our family
But most of the times
Staring right back at you
In the mirror

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What I see….

What do you think

I see when you find me looking at the mirror?

Grieving soul?

Broken heart?

Pain in eyes?

Forced dimples on cheek?

Frowned brows?

Shrugged shoulders?

Failed composure?

Drenched life?

No !!

That’s not the reality

Because

I see

Smiling soul

Happy heart

Cheerful eyes

Attractive dimples

Lively brows

Capable shoulders

Confident composure

Blissful life

How can I stay sad and weak and in pain

When I know these are temporary and of no gain

Half the battle is won in mind

Before facing the battlefield wind

All I want to see is an evolved me

Today, tomorrow and that’s what I see..

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