Monday, April 29, 2013


Previously published in The Writing Disorder

Before digital photography
You couldn’t have a photograph
Unless there was a negative first

The light and shade were reversed
That which was really black was white
And vice versa

In the excavation of the authentic Self
Comes a point in the inner journey
When the exact same thing happens

Your roadmap warps
Then the road goes topsy-turvy
You are lost in a land of opposites

Your best years become your worst
Your worst tormentors your best teachers
It is all about bringing about balance

Via a newfound vision of things
Where nothing is perfect
And we’re all too human and the better for it

                                                                                       ~ Sonali

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