Twins they were; Two images broken down from an unusual mirror! Identical; but polar. One sat by the day glaring at the colorful world, While the other tried to break in light within the dark void. One hopped along the bright rainbow, While the other sat down anticipating the thunderous rain. One saw nothing but the green meadows, While the other had only seen the deep dark valleys. One played with the bright hues of dreams, The other, swam in the lake of grey! One built castles that kissed the sky, While the other tried to dig a grave.. One enjoyed the solitude, While the other ached in the dungeon of seclusion. There were moments, when the twins met. They hated each other, for having so much in contrast. They collided at times, like a similar person meeting the other, Only the time zone appeared different. Paradox created. Two unknown people who once lived within, together! They are two different people now. Yet a few little things held them together, Brought them to the same plane... The dancing words. The twinkling beads. The sailing giants. The majestic master. But, there was a prophecy foretold. Only one will live, the other will be living dead. Who lived? Who died? Noone knows. Brothers they (are)were. Very unusual. Like they say, There are always two sides to every tale. Two sides, yes! -Vivekananda KR
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 08:43:06 +0000
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