Strife.

Prologue:Though your sins be as scarlet,yet I'll make them as white as snow- The Bible.

I’m still now, armed with nothing but my will

And I see evil lurking, waiting for opportune moment to kill

I’ll suffer, but I shall not cave-in

I’ll wither,but to a thought of an escape i won't give-in

I’ll resist your long cycles of trials to test my greed 

I’ll shed tears, cough blood but for an escape I will not plead

I shall face you with my eyes open

I shall not cower myself into a shameful den-
until I realize the purpose of my days

Until I find an answer in your golden rays

I’ll stay. Turn the land beneath me to quicksand

Even then I’ll stay, for the fire in me isn’t bland

With the strength in my body

I shall fight all the ugliness to attain absolute beauty

With the faith in my heart

I shall sculpt myself into a living form of art

With the truth in my soul

I shall burn my sins to ashes and attain the purity of coal

Me defined.

Not the luscious fruit

But the basis of it-the strong root

Not an exquisite ornament

But crux of your being, your very temperament

Not the tailored suit hugging your body

But the very blood running in your veins-mighty 

Your bare essential

Your mystic credential

To you-

I am the thirst for water

I am the breezy soother

I am the the touch of warmth

I am the smell of earth

I am the very existence of your own nature

Wind, Rain, Mud -all molded into me, a sculpture.

Reflection

 I’m an art and you’re my artist

Your Heart and Mind, made me in their tryst

You shaped me, you coloured me

You molded me and I will just be

I’m your script, your own calligraphy,

Embedded with letters from your life’s odyssey

you dotted my i’s and crossed my t’s

you danced in my eyes and sweetened me into dainties

Sometimes I am harsh

And sometimes I am hush

Sometimes I am cold

And sometimes I am bold

Cos that’s how you made me

that’s how you fashioned me to be

Nothing impure, just your true reflection

Echoing your every affection and affliction

When you’re flooded with happiness

I shall buoy up in high tides with richness

I’ll lock-in these sweet moments

And I'll remind them in future torments

when you’re in a painful drought

I won’t be the mirage to be hungrily sought

But I’ll mirror your underlying aplomb like an aegis

And I’ll be the thirst-quenching angel of an oasis