I am Unique.

Unique?
With two ears,
Two eyes, a nose.
Unique, Okay.
Maybe, later?

Reality

The Clouds, pink,
An Earthy sky,
Walking stick figures.
It was all fine.
I was, blind. By birth.

Words, when they talk. To me.

Thin pages out of books
Smiling at me,
Alphabets,
Arbitrary
Yet together.

Reflections

He stood  there, leaning towards his left.
He stood there, straight. His knee was bent a little, to his left.

He smiled to himself.
He grinned his lopsided grin. Not to anyone in particular, no.

He started talking. After the initial pause, he stammered.
He answered him. Word to word. Question to question. He stammered, because he did.

He asked him nothing.
He answered nothing. He just stared.

He looked at him with a look of want in his eyes.
He looked back at him, his eyebrows perched together.

He took a step back. His left moving first.
He took a step forward. His right, then his left.

He bowed down.
He looked towards the Earth and stooped a little.

They were in it together; him and the mirror.

Reflections.

Life and the Devil

There he is. Straight faced and stout. His face provides you no clue. There is no way you can see what lay behind him.
Today, he is evil.

You stare at his picture and you hate him.
You look at the pair of set deep blue eyes and you see a stone black shadow. His mouth, thin and lined; gives no semblance of grief. There is no white beneath the blackened lips.

The face stamped on paper seemed old and lined. The face radiated some power, some angst, but you saw nothing.
You made your own assumptions. You were busy making them.
You love them.

You hate him.
There is no reason. You just do. You know nothing of him. Just that one picture. And just that one day off of his life.
There is no reason.

He is just a picture in the newspaper.
He is just another murderer.

And you, you make your assumptions. You hate him.