WhIspErs oF a MiЯRor

There he stood, stranded and bemused...

fighting hard, like never before...

for the foe is nowhere outside, rather it is deep down inside

staring at his reflection, making a silent confession

and all it got to say is....... 

Fragrance is for flowers, 

but beauty is for the rose

thus unique it stands, 

so does the one, before me stands..

the rose has all the charm says the wise.. 

behest to them its more with your smiles..

the chirping birds, the thrusting rains, the jumping waves and the howling wolves 

aiding all, to the nature's voice.

 never sweeter, than your inner voice

Open your heart and close your eyes

 Talk to it, listen what it says