Reflection

By Saurav Das

My li’l faded blue tee

In you I see

A lizard scaling the walls free –

A sight of disgust; A sight of respite

You’re so familiar – my object of despise

I’ve spent hours holed in my bathroom

With awfully pleasant company

I’ve inspected with microscopic detail

Your hideous skin as if it cloaked me.

My li’l faded blue tee

In you I see

Holes larger than bottomless pits

Beckoning for me to plunge –

The end of all destiny.

I see stitches bulging –

The Himalyan abode

Soaked in salty streams

With craggy, crystallized dreams.

My li’l faded blue tee

In you I see

An ocean of blues fading

But the blue dye don’t die –

It remains faded for me.

The wacky print has toned down

But it hasn’t flagged my spirits

That expand your fabric

The way my heart expands when I see you.

My li’l faded blue tee

In you I see

A relic of me

I see someone who was overjoyed

That he could now share a tee

With his best friend and idol

A ritual that I had for a while unseen.

The relationship now is just like the tee

Ain’t a speck of dirt that can’t be washed clean.

My li’l faded blue tee

In you I see

Me ditching my adolescence

The way time stole your newly sheen.

I see neglect, disenchantment and longing

Yet, it screams comfort effortlessly.

I see all of this

‘Cause I see a reflection –

In you I see me.

By Saurav Das