A talk with the mirror.
Self-groomed gentle images, inside the mirror
But they are unspoken in reflecting surface
Daily duplication smiles, cries, mocks like living
In the darkness, it is bright in peeping moonlight…
In the day, it reflects sunlight and awakes virtual images.
Ready for the makeup, select matching costumes
In front of the frame with romantic teenage pimples..
Today the gracious senility with wrinkles thrive
Makeover for the shows in crossing life stages.
Some phantom images drive to comic knighthood…
Thus narcissist trials, interesting speculation.
The antique plane mirror loses ground reflections.
Standing before the faded frame; a lot of memories enshrined
While a scattering sound, full shattered faces
The mirror segments sharp enough to bleed.
Oh! dazzling pieces still with eye images.
“Self-groomed reflections, do with opened eyes ….
The Mirror is Broken, “do with opened eyes”
Vinodkumar v
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