Fear..
I saw
in the mirror,
Of thousand
tears..
Reflection..
Is it
true or fake?
Anyone’s
fate, can anybody take..
Was
it me?
Or that,
what the world sees..
Are we
made of only body parts?
Or,
are we made of our own thoughts..
Reflection
screamed:
Wake up! Don’t dream..
Be practical in life,
Or get killed, by
emotional invisible knife..
I
said:
Being practical is what?
Is it being selfish or not..
Reflection
smiled and said:
“It is being convenient
with the conveniences,
No matter right or wrong, No
matter true or false,
Just a way to kill
time,
Don’t you dare use
your heart, just use the bloody mind.”
I asked:
”Will I get lost?
How will I have to bear the cost..”
Reflection
said:
“No one was ever told,
You will get to know,
as time unfolds..”
Then the
reflection turned itself to thousands smiles,
Truth
was dumb, shouting were lies..
It reflected
me,
Real or
unreal to see..
Yes,
I am being practical, I said,
Looked
within, and found myself dead..
Written
by: Rashmi Ramesh..
