Shadows on the wall

Shadows on the wall

Sway with the whims of light

Then I realise it is the breeze

The makes the lamp swing

Shadows elongate and spread out

They crouch and even disappear at times

They flicker and darken

They ripple and create intricate patterns

Like a filigree or a  kaleidoscope

I sit and stare at them

Are they the shadows of my mind ?

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[Floating on the feather..]

"Shadows of mind"
Our minds make myriad pictures. Some pleasant some not, some evil and some rot.

The dark shadows are nothing but the stronger and dominant emotions that take over the hallow ones. The day one will able to shed all these opaque shadows and let the rays of lights follow, we would all be saints.

But we are not saints...right??

Lets live for the moment. And saint we might become one day...

[Bhavya Kaushik]

I read it about 4-5 times and then I realized that how thoughtful this poem is!
Our mind often hallucinates us and forces us to believe on something unreal...something whose identity lies only on our mind.
I also loved the imagery in it and how beautifully you have painted a picture on reader's mind through this poem!
Both the pics are going very well with it! Specially the second pic...
Great work as always! :)

[The Tao of Bri]

I love the picture you paint as well as the words you weave through the questions we must all ask of ourselves.