Praveen Raj Gullepalli en Spiritual, Lifestyle, Creative Writers Head - Branding & Communication • Mahindra Ecole Centrale 3/6/2018 · 1 min de lectura · 1,3K

A Reflection...

A Reflection...

How many would dare to discard all the trappings and possessions of the Ego you mentioned Doc / #Ian Weinberg, and stand in front of a mirror and say:

Mirror Mirror on the wall,

is this all there is to me after all?

Am I just this form that soon would fade,

or is there something hidden behind its shade?

Is there a substance behind this style,

or some all-knowing entity behind this smile?

Will you reveal that too, if I deliberately shatter you,

Or would you force me to self-reflect and start anew?

I will remain but a thought once gone,

or linger as a memory spurred by a feeling;

or be spread across a few pages as something expressed,

and yet might speak of things yearned for or repressed.

But for how long... and would it all come to naught?

All that I borrowed, all that I bought?

Would they be of really no help at all,

all the things I stole or desperately sought?

When my mind finally would rewind,

to quick-erase the past in memory left behind;

would it gather only the deep impressions to keep,

as it dissolves into consciousness forever to sleep?

When I rise again, in a new form with a new face,

Would I have no inkling and carry no trace?

Will I seek you again, in uncertainty and pain,

and ask these same old questions, that haunt me like a refrain?

May the last thoughts I hold, be pure and pristine;

and like you reflect again, the next situation of the next play ...and of its first joyous scene.

Inspired by: Doc Ian Weinberg

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Mohammed A. Jawad 13/6/2018 · #29

#22 Thank you so much Praveen Bhai for your good wishes! :) Ah, the blessed month of Ramadan is at sequel now!

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Tausif Mundrawala 6/6/2018 · #28

#27 Thank you so much, Sir @Praveen Raj Gullepalli

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Praveen Raj Gullepalli 6/6/2018 · #27

#26 Thanks for the echo Tauseef bhai :)
Have a blessed month!

Here's an excerpt from -
Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

...There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

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Tausif Mundrawala 6/6/2018 · #26

The creation which would make us helpless to reflect on our truest self. People make themselves fake by hiding themselves in the garb of someone they are not just for petty gains. The more we do that the more we get away from our original self.

You made my day with this poem, @Praveen Raj Gullepalli

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Debasish Majumder 5/6/2018 · #24

#21 it is my privilege to experience your wonderful creation @Praveen Raj Gullepalli!

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Praveen Raj Gullepalli 5/6/2018 · #23

#17 Merci Beaucoup!

Praveen Raj Gullepalli 5/6/2018 · #22

#19 More an anticipation of a revelation than anything else Jawad Bhai! Thank you so much for taking time out to read and reflect! Have a blessed month.

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