Counting Backwards

They said I’m bizarre, blunt and ruthless
when I was seeing myself through the mirror
and then the fortune stormed in and spat
and blamed me for what I really am

While the busy bees cheered for the unloved bird
peacocks chanted mantra of the dead and the void

The world i saw was a round wad of chewed gum
fixed around a seed of an orange, decayed slightly
the rivers flowed eternally, elegantly and swiftly
and the sun kept his gaze down on the walkers

While the hyenas went into hysterics and laughed
jackals stepped out of the closets in to the reality

I was fixated and dependent on my sight
made me overlook all my flaws and abilities
and then the life gave me a few lemons
I understood, simply the best won’t suffice

While the whole world slept in the darkness
I searched for the light to make a bed-spread

Thus I found the reasons, answers and the truth
all at once, as well as the light, the magical kind
understood as I curled inside the shell again
it has been me, just me and myself, all along

© 2012 Pamuditha Zen Anjana

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