Clarity

He was standing there. Looking at his reflection in the mirror. And it was clear. It was very very clear. He could see that the problem was not with others. His perception about things was the very root of his problems. All the problems he had. With life. With everything around. All the relationships that went sour because the girls were not good enough. The unhappiness, the loneliness. It was all in the mind. All the cribbing, the getting hurt, the feeling bad, the disappointments. Were all his own. The world was a actually a wonderful place. It was his mind that was a dark room. The one in which he had locked himself. Although very transiently, the door of this dark room had been opened right now. At this moment, all the fuzziness seemed to disappear. He will not remember any of these thoughts tomorrow morning but ironically, today when he is so high on alcohol, for the first time things were so clear.

What is it my dear?

This is a poem I had written I dont even remember when. Found it while clearing my mail; posting it here. It is still incomplete. Hopefully sometime soon, time will help me complete it.

I wish i had words to describe what I feel for you..
You are the warm sun in the cold days,
You are the right path on lost ways,
You are the first blossom in the spring..
And you are the purity of the angel wing

What is it that makes you so awesome my dear??
Is it your caring nature,
or is your selflessness?
Or is it just the fact that you hide your niceness?