Honour in one eye and death I’ th’ other

Well, honour is the subject of my story...
I live with it... can’t live without it...

I think of this life, of what it has been...
I awe things such as myself, which trod upon this planet...
I was born free as... everyone, so were you...
I dare not weep for what has happened...
Because it’s what I chose and made it to be...
And men at some times are masters of their own fates...

For eyes see not itself... but by reflection...

Each of us full of hidden worthiness in our eyes...
Each of us full of hidden secrets in our eyes...
Each of us full of hidden love in our eyes...
Each of us full of hidden hatred in our eyes...

But yet we judge ourselves with our own shadows...
Because we know not of such mirrors...which reflect reality...

I would laugh on circumstances... all the while turning into one myself...

Troubled I am now of with passions of some difference...
I pluck each moment from its past...and question it...
Knowing not, what to make out of the answers I get...

The world rests on a blink of an eye-lid...
And the game is only beautiful till we blink again...

I dare not shut my eyes... ‘cus I m living again...
If its a dream... never should it end...
Sigh... its life...just as it should be...
Lets live with honour in one eye and death in the other...
Looking through both... differently...

Sahirr

(give me comments...this piece Definitely needs a re-write)