Matrix

This year, I met a guy,
In the same old mirror,
Who boasted of becoming,
Imago from larva,
Showing wings of flight,
Same footpaths and same sleepers,
Just with a curious new smile,
And a vision which took,
All the old color patterns,
In a new dimension,
Like a brush of magic,
That can paint even dreams you know,
And a hope to change horizons ,
Just then he saw,
A grey haired shadow,
As if it were his clone,
Walking ahead and ahead,
But still at the same place,
And suddenly the clone shadow,
Become ubiquitous,
And the grey color over shadowed,
The painting of dreams,
He shouted, How can I?
Became a part of this,
And the matrix of life smiled.

Reviews

[KWP]

ahh something to think about was the matrix of life smiling because the muse still hadn't come to terms with the fact that he was already part of it - it was in fact only the I in he who seperated himself from the rest of the world ?

Intriguing and thought provoking

I like the length of each line too :)

Thanks x

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot KWP :)

[Ryan Henderson]

I like this piece, a tone of sadness, emptiness and well flowing rhyming scheme! I enoyed this poem, it was very well penned!

[Ryan Henderson]

Enjoyed* That's what I meant.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Ryan :)

[Arshia]

An exciting piece of writing! Well written Hardeep :)

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Arshia :)

[Matching Socks]

Very intriguing piece hardeep.
Enjoyed it.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thankyou so much Ana :)

[stars are far]

That was very well done, i loved how this turned to be and how you expressed that...well done

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot friend :)

[Rene Salinas]

A scene behind an intention immerse in a thought. as seeds which are inside of us have an enormous potential. Science in fact goes all the way to admit the intentions behind creation if you wish to be more descriptive ithin the concept of a seed. So when it germinates is like an uncotrollable explosion. But as we're not alone inside of us there is always the other "me" ready to undo the intentions you so highly regarded. The presence questioning what is his part in the advancement. What is the relevance of our own shadow?

What a beautiful put together scene this one Hardeep.

Thankyou

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot Rene, your reviews matter a lot to me :)

[Surya pradha]

an interesting, vivid poem which made me think. beautifully done!

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot surya :)

[Marie]

THis is very interesting, but a little too abstract for me to really follow.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot marie :)

[George Peck]

Great job as always. Thank you.

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks to you george :)

[MomzillaNC]

Intriguing view you've created here. Your narrator seems to be struggling with and musing upon the inevitability of aging. And seems to find that it's not such a bad thing…

[hardeep sabharwal]

Thanks a lot for read and review

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.