Who are you, O stranger in the mirror,

mimicking my moves,

masquerading as me?

Who are you,

o stranger in the mirror?

Why do we look exactly alike?

O stranger, Why do I feel

that we are one and the same?

Infact, I now realise

that you are my spirit, and I, your body.

-ShivamDA

Freedom-a poem

Freedom from fear is the freedom I seek
Freeom from odours of pessimism from which we reek
Freedom from the sense of defeat
Freedom from self imposed limits.

Freedom from short sightedness that halts progress
Freedom from hesitence that makes us regress
This is the freedom for which I crave
This is the freedom whose need today is grave.

-ShivamDA