Mirror

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I was walking through the woods,

The dried fallen leaves crackled underneath

My footsteps, disturbing the silence.

A tiny bird swiftly flew

Gazing at me in disgust!

I was unwelcomed…

I watched the huge roots from banyan

Forming swings, I wished to sit on it.

As I walked towards it,

A hand clutched in through my palm,

Held me closer cupping my shoulder.

It was warm; the sense of belonging-

Heavy in air, filled delight...

And I dripped scratching my arm;

I looked across to find bruise 

On the other's arm!

I was looking at my mirror image…

I could read two different pasts

Complementing each other

And seeing self in the depths

Of the other's eye…

We sat on the swing,

Watched the orange leaves fall…

Shedding past for the new dawns,

And embracing 'now' as it is.

The indecipherables stay unresolved,

Igniting curiosity…

And we walked towards life...

Quietly watching the mirror,

Reminding what we really are.

The bird flew again, dismissing-

The shallowness of thoughts;

Flew away with the same disgust!

I could hear it say: 'there is no past,

No present, but just an illussion!

Like what you find inside that mirror...'




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Comments

  1. Aswathy26 October 2021 at 12:52

    This is really awesome. I don't have words to say how I felt while reading this poem.

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