She walks before me
The world at her feet
A famous celebrity
We all wish to meet
The sway of her hips
The flick of her hair
The way she crosses her legs
As she sits on the chair
A wave of her fingers
And her wishes are done
Who is this mystery woman?
Where does she come from?
I stare in through the window
Wondering who she may be…
Slowly she turns
And stares back at me
Shadows dance across her face
Distorting her features…
Who hides behind the mask
Of this unnatural creature?
I reach out my hand
To clear out the glass
Wiping away the dust
From many days past…
She reaches out to me
Her hand touching mine
The tentative touch
Sends a shiver down my spine
As the haziness clears
A familiar face I see
A face I know so well
Stares back at me
The shadows lengthen
My fear grows
I see it in her eyes
Oh yes, she knows
I am drawn to her
It’s a spell I cannot break
I am compelled towards her…
With every step I take...
My doppelganger
My alter ego
My other half
My anti-hero
The window it seems
Is a piece of glass
Through which she needs
My help to pass
Again I reach out
And help her through
Into this world
Of thoughts so new
As we stand
Side by side
Our thoughts
Begin to collide
A battle for power
Her strength against mine
We are opposite sides
Of the same coin
We cannot be apart
We cannot face each other
Who will succeed
And who will suffer?
Dominance is
our adrenalin rush
who is mightier
when it comes to the push?
Is it the mask
The public sees?
Or the hidden face
So hard to please?
Is there a compromise
Between the two?
How do we know
Who to choose?
The truth within
Or the lies without?
Or perhaps
It is the other way about?
The hidden soul
Or the outer shell?
On which of these
Must our focus dwell?
What is it
That the world must know?
Which of these
Should be allowed to grow?
The imperfection
Of self-perception?
Or the acceptance
Of a beautiful presence?
~Shamshaad~
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