Then there is a moment

A lone traveler on the dunes of time
Bogged down by bonds and layers
Enacting my part better called mime
Racing for the end unaware of players
Then there is a moment where i stop and ponder
What am I and what is my purpose here

Mirages and images of true self and others
There is no way to find how your reflection falls
Is my character well sculpted, should I even bother?
Is it white or black or do you have an image at all?
Then there is a moment where you stand and stare
A look at the mirrors and you stop to care

Still you are pushed, pulled and trodden by the crowd
For you have to clean and rub until the mirror shines
So you wipe, strive with it unaware of the sun and clouds
You slog, you curse, you cry, fill the world with your whines
Then there is a moment, when you crack up under pressure
A glance at the reflection, it is not an iota fresher


You world stands still, and the race does not matter
For you realize, it is a mirage, the race is in the mirror
The reflections don’t matter, the former one or latter
For it is who you are, smile at the mirror with fervor
Then there is moment, when it dawns upon you, it is all too late
Taking the last step in the journey, we all curse fate

Satyam Shivam Sundaram

Serenity stays on lips while emotions play in eyes

A warm hand to hold and a sweet smile to assure

The moment silence envelopes, nerves sing their lines

Yearning for more, when your soul roars, redefining the core

Away you get carried, breaking the shackles riding the waves

Magnificently pristine the ultimate truth your heart craves

Sacred is the feeling when your heart is filled with love

Healing the wounds, bathing the soul, clearing the conscience

Immersing in to eternal bliss, entwining like one you move

Veracity would flow through, floating you in a sea of peace

Apex of pleasure, void of thoughts, the moment of realization

Moving you to tears, as you give up yourself in adoration

Soothing the wild waves as you travel the path of pleasure

Under the currents of power when you let out your feelings

Neither the mundane nor the cosmic plans even matter

Driving you, a force uncontrollable, a powerful steering

Alluring you to its haven, while you keep wondering at its divinity

Releasing you from the invincible chains of logic

Amazing is the entity of it, a truth, a power, a beauty

More you have the more you need, all those moments of magic!

An attempt at acrostic poetry. Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.

Please do let me know your views on it!

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