Reflection

By Mehta Tejas Satyen

Exigencies, Renegade,

Mental affairs,

Storms more powerful than the surrounding area believe that I am simply dark,

unhurt, and fine.

I always forget, Love is a reflection of my spirit, Expecting people to touch, Oh! are some of the titles of this post. How may I inquire?

I wish I had passed away to avoid having to ask an atheist to drink zam zam in order to touch that spirit of mine!

And I have no trouble writing.

I took a look at myself.

Through the reflections of others,

I'm shocked! No idea!

This is how they perceive me,

Smiling amazement, meticulously incorrect judgement,

Moreover, stones that are heavier than I am

Pressed up against my heart, my soft, damp grains remain silent.

I've read up on psychology,

If it's just a game, I won't play it.

You either have me completely, or you don't.

Choose, position your mirrors, and

And when unsure, inquire.

equipped for mental combat.

Avoidance, accessibility, and

Selective when

Dare you to suggest that I should be reading between the lines creatively, people?

Are crows and growls still used by fouls?

I must admit that those mirrors are too little to contain my picture, True, and too dim to see my affection. Oh, how I missed your eyes.

And let me tell you, people: You don't have to.

I am created of love, I don't need justification to fall in love with you; it's just my libido. You don't have to fall in love with me back; I am what I am, and I embrace my defects from the beginning to the end.

People, too

Thanks to your mirrors, a grandset

At least now I am aware of what I am—dusty and impure—in your sight.

By Mehta Tejas Satyen