Mirrors

By Shubham Jhunjhunwala

Despair! Despair! The reflection shouts,

Questioning me, if reality has set in.

On the face, I question, if I'm a lie,

Then assuring myself that this isn't the truth.

What is natural, what is life,

I ponder into its absurd invention.

Here, I live a life of waste and disgust,

Inside you, a different realm persists.

As I age, it changes with my dismay,

Reminding me, time is a cruel, cruel light.

In that light, the colours of my face fade,

And I wonder, if it's taunting my resolve.

Courage! Courage! I scream,

And we both are in a daydream.

I am he, he is I,

Who will solve this puzzle?

Colours inside, colours outside,

And in the silver, we gaze at our hollow faith.

I believe, 'I am presence and time',

He replies, 'I am your reason'.

Are we both two-fold journeys,

Or, am I chasing death and you are chasing me?

When I leave, do you pause,

Or, are you just imitating my ignorance?

When I see you, I embrace my senses,

When you see me, what does your mind behold?

I know I am tangible, and you are just an opinion,

So, why am I suspecting our creation?

Allure and tranquil, you seem free,

Simple and painless, you parallel the human purpose.

Bit by bit, I am consumed by your careless joy,

When I speak, lips moving, you listen,

When I cry, tears agreeing, you pity.

Fundamental or imaginary, this world is not for amity,

And again I suspect, 'Is our creation truly just?'.

I get lost thinking about our fellowship,

And I scream,

Mirror! Mirror! Come nearer,

And let's sublime in the simmer.

By Shubham Jhunjhunwala