(This poem was written after i had committed a crime and was punished for the same. I tried to tell myself a thousand times that i was not a criminal, but in the end i knew who i really was)


Mirrored mirage

I'm a thief
By means all I say not
I'm unimagined
I'm the dark in the white
The black in the light
I'm the hole in the gap
If I was right
Then why am I wrong?
Is in me then,
The cause of worry?
Across, afar
I come see a mirror
A presentiment abides
In what I see
I am a thief
I shall not know why.




Poetry by Nishath
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Written on 2010-12-16 at 12:26

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Personal truth is often the strongest
and the most inescapable.
We do not need the judgment nor the
condemnation of others for we are
our own judges and jailers.
2011-03-24


Nishath
Thank you John. It's true that life has a way of fixing things. And when that happens, you realize that it was meant for you to go through all those troubles.

Regards
Nishath
2011-01-21


John Ashleigh
A very sentimental peice - I have also commited crime and got what I deserved. But it has taught me so much. Life has a way of fixing things, even when you do not expect it, or think your life could be over. I relate to this, a brilliant peice of literature.
Thanks for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-17