Jesus In A Mirror

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