Reflections


This is a poem i wrote about myself in my first year of college for some project. They wanted us to do a self portrait of a different kind. For all of you who've wondered why the hell i associate myself with wolves, here's your answer :P (Yes yes, i'm coming out in the open about it)

A pale reflection looks back at me,

From the crystal clear water at my feet.

The story unfolds at this very place,

I suddenly move back, my legs in retreat.


I turn away and look around,

My home, the jungle, in all its glory.

I strain to hear, but there is now no sound,

So I shall pause and tell you my story.


Not long ago, a cub was born,

So sleek in frame, Mystique was her name.

The one who gave birth did not live very long,

Leaving her alone in a world so untamed.


She grew up a fighter, she won so many,

Yet inside she missed what mattered most.

She watched many packs and fished out many schools,

But she didn’t feel alive, she felt like a ghost.


Her feelings, she learned in the hard way,

Would not help her live in her home today.

So she put them away, and moved on;

Her whole life was ahead, to herself she would say.


Years later she looked into the pond,

Her eyes had a glow she had never seen before.

She looked at the moon and sang her song,

She had grown into a legend, of many a folklore.


Her eyes could see where no one can.

Her nose could trace out the slightest smell.

Her ears could hear from far, a land.

And her legs could run afar so well.


Her mind works fast, she must survive,

Her heart in unison, she will live.

Her eyes shone courage and a commitment to try,

And her heart so strong, to none she will give.


This is my life, and now you know,

And I shall go on, and my story shall grow.

I am a warrior, I must win each fight,

I am the wolf that howls every full moon night.

12 comments:

Moonlight n Magnolias said...

"sleek frame" ah???? Muahahahahaha :P

Chriz said...

why people call you the wolf? reason sollaveey illaiyae...

summa solla koodaadhu, the poem was sweet.. congarilasions...


and do you snore like a wolf when you sleep?

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ iysh

i was sleek when i was born.. na present pathi pesa ve illaye :P

@ chriz

would you like to find out?

The Arc:-) said...

@Iysh:-

Point ma Point.

@Wolfie Yakka:-

Poemlam nalla taan ezhudara. Aana ippa varaikkum indha poemkkum wolfkum enna connectionnu ennaku puriyavalae:P
You have failed in your attempt to convince me. Po,Poi paduththu thoongu.

Chriz said...

no.. i dont wanna find it... people! this anusha is giving me royal hints... i am not gonna come to your place to find it anyways..

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ chriz

hahahahahaha

Thoorika said...

Nalla dha iruku.. nalla ve iruku.. but enaku rombo incomplete a feel aagadhu indha padchitu ..!! adhu en nu therile ... !!

MultiMenon said...

das a real good one u hv penned..

Happy New Year btw.. :)

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Of wolf and man!

Wishing you a very happy and prosperous new year!

May the coming year bring to you, the best yet!

Warm Regards

Rakesh

VIDYA said...

ahh i get it! you r a 'werewolf' a friend of lupin's?

Kitty said...

Certaainly as I already nick named as warewolf this poem makes sense only in that sense as a warewolf fighting vampires :-)

Elithraniel Arawion said...

@ kitty

:) hahaha :P