Shadows

A true reflection of us,
A mute play of our existence
They are what we are,
there lies no pretense

A dynamic painting,
An abstract
entailing shape
and hiding detail

We create boundaries
and get bound by them
They break our boundaries
and fall beyond them

They stalk us
when there is light
and play hide and seek
when it gets dark

To an eyes of a child
They are humor and surprise
To an eyes of a wise man
They are an indicator of time

We can touch them
but, we can't feel them
We can touch them
but, we can't confine them

known
yet unknown friend
who stands by us
forever!!

Shadows - I find their existence mysterious. I feel they have life, I feel they don't have life. Actually, I feel they have partial life which is dependent on our existence.They are separated yet an integrated part of us.