By Fiza Siddiqui
In Paris,
In midst of overcoated people, (Among double faced people ,
Between the mirror street & mirror street is reflection after rain,
The grey-orange upper sheet, uppersheet is sky)
Lucy standing on the mirror (Lucy on street ignores her
eschewing the shimmer on her present self and worries
deceives her present self about past & future)
Contemplating on Ex Partir- Past, &
fussing on far future aghast.
She glaring at Burnt Building, (She looks at a tarnished building
Dead & Buried which is now turned into a new
Today in Progress, one , unwearied-not destroyed
Hurried, building is personified as anyone
Being an edifice in near time, who failed can get up)
Unwearied.
Deep in thoughts, Closes her eyes (She hallucinates close her eyes
With everything dark, with all dark, suddenly hallucinates
Now saw a light light, paint brush-personified , self
Pleased, painted black canvas -selfmade dark
In the midst of Self-Painted Black Canvas,
Paint brush fell into the colour Yellow Bright.
Following It, (She follows the light, to her past
As being told by It deeds but sees her present
To her obsolete yet trending Ex Deeds instead)
But, saw Her Present
On The Same Mirror Street.
Then as being told by Light, (Again she follows the Light , to her
Followed The Tense, Self-desined future, Self-destined future- future
Howbeit, Again which she is making now)
Met her Now’s reflection
On The Same Mirror Street.
Baffled, asked Her,
Ain’t my Past & Future, where is it ?
Replied the Light , (Light says we think for past &
“You Sink in Past future and dosent think about
Float in Present & Dive in Future Now-present )
Valuing the Opposite Tenses greater &
Now’s underestimated intrinsic value later.
Past is Present & Future is Now (You aren’t the past &
Ago, what you were isn’t Now Future dependson what
Advent, what you will be is how you are Now you do now, let your
Present, just allow Now to be Wow present be good)
Ago & Advent will accodingly Bow.
Light with Life’s Walk , ( Now she is free from her
Now breathing in Real Thoughts thoughts, lives in present )
Now felt herself & her feet
On The Same Mirror Street.
By Fiza Siddiqui
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