By Anubhuti Saha
It’s a story of the mighty mirror in a hall
Just like Jesus, crucified into a wall
Who likes to boast, that it is loved by All.
Well not its fault
It comes from a space of virtual reality, where one can lose its sanity
When asked about its tale of romanticism
It said,
Well, it all started with an angle of incidence
After which I decided my shade of reflectance
Although I was the one who was crucified and bound
All the people in the hall wandering around were the ones to be found
All they needed was a tinge of spirituality
But I fed them with a platter of virtuality
Well, what’s the difference?
Both transcends one away from reality
Blinds were the lucky ones who couldn’t taste my flavor of virtuality.
But to blind the remaining, I felt my responsibility
Needless to say, my favorites were the beautiful ones with the gift of sight
Who would come to me quite often along the day and night
in the quest to be found in the form of a prince or a princess
which reminded me of the Snowhite and the queen in distress
So, with my supreme power I fixated them into me and my wall
It was my responsibility, as I was their God
Because they crucified me just like the Jesus into their Wall.
By Anubhuti Saha
Nice