In the eyes of the black mirror

Now, then
and here again.
The circle starts,
all bounded up in chains.
The people follow with their daily lives -
& behind the masks they hide their pains.
All bounded up in chains,
... behind the masks, writhing in pain.

In the eyes of the black mirror
everyday looks the same.
Some people laugh, some others cry...
but every story looks the same.
There is no method to the madness,
& circle is the rule of the game.
Continuity till infinity -
twelve boundaries of pride and shame.
Continuity till infinity -
twelve boundaries with a thousand new names.

Now, then
and here again.
The circle starts,
rounding up and circling again.
In the eyes of the black mirror,
no darkness can ever be the same.
Some people sleep, some others try...
and there are desperate dreams to be tamed.
There is a different method to the madness
and the circle is never to be blamed.
Infinity till continuity -
no boundaries to be named.
Infinity till continuity -
no salvation to be attained.

*

Beyond peace and beyond retribution,

only the eye of the black mirror remains.

Blue Strings

The evening's fine, coloured blue & green.
The lake on the water is another reflection
of the same old scene.

And we sit together, and try to piece
the lost rhythms of another broken day,
with some more blue strings.