(AR) Mirror, Mirror on the Wall…

…who do I see before me? Is it not I? No, it is I but she is who I once was – minus the walls of insecurities, bridges of doubts and melancholy skies. Such well hidden have I been but now the old skin is shed and shredded.

Rome wasn’t built in a day. But I, I was changed overnight. I am not who I used to be. Looking back at all things past, I laughed as I reminisced. Walking slowly down the road of memories I felt a slight nudge, a tickle. I’ve been childish. I was immature. All those past memories were worth laughs. I will now forgive and forget.

…Mirror, mirror on the wall, if they only knew what Love has made me to be.

I saw myself in the mirror. I saw myself smiling. I heard myself saying ‘I told you so’…

Indeed, I am changed. I am changed because of Love. Let them doubt. Doubts won’t shake the ground I’m standing on. Jeer if they wish to but I will stand firm. I believed and will always believe.

…just because I have changed – for the better – overnight.

(AI) A Million Songs…

…I’ll sing in thoughts of you
the colourful bliss wind has flown
tuned in a melody, nature’s masterpiece
for me, for you

…shall play in the night
when stars are bright, o lovely night
sweet nightingales singing along
forever this love resides, like night, undisturbed
from me to you

…weave us a tale
a tale so dear, a tale unfinished
a tale I wished to tell someday
hand in hand with you

…of two different souls
one voice, once two now entwined
yours and mine, if only it’ll be
such as so, someday, one day

…for us

A Prayer to St. Science

She stared at her cell phone, never blinking her eyes. Her brain nerves were calculating the possibilities of what’s happening, drawing invisible diagrams in hope for an answer, an explanation.

For a moment she thought she was imagining things. She thought she had the wrong one-second glance. Dear St. Science (whoever you are), can you tell me what’s going on?

“Gabe, come here a minute,” Emma called out to the tall figure leaning by the window, wrapped in a cream, fleece bath towel from the waistline downwards. The man approached her, his hair still wet, fresh from the shower.

“You know Em, you really should stop seeing me as a human equal. I mean, telling your readers that I just came out from the shower might be misunderstood.” He came to sit next to her.

“That’s funny, Gabe, cause as far as I’m concerned, you are for real. I can’t help it if I’m actually seeing you walking here and there around the house. Anyway, look at this…”

She handed him her cell phone. He took, observed and returned it. “I like white.”

“Not that, silly! Look at the charge bar, look!”

“OK, it’s recharging. So?”

“Thing is, it’s not recharging. Look, it’s not connected to the wire. No wire, no electricity - how could it possibly be recharging?”

“It’s recharging itself then.”

Emma and Gabriel exchanged looks. She looked confused, he raised an eyebrow. They stared at the cell phone together.

“That’s weird,” she said.

“Don’t look at me, I’m not Science.”

“Yeah, but that’s weird…”

“Really weird…”

Emma reached out for her keyboard. Someone in this world should know about this… She typed away hoping someone would tell her what’s going on with her cell phone. It’s been recharging itself for a whole day now, strange but true.

How on earth am I supposed to know it’s fully charged if it keeps on going like that? I’m not an adoring fan of science so St. Science, if you exist, your explanation is really appreciated. Thank you.