A Broken MirrorA Poem by kavirExpression of feelings. Experience following a devastating loss.A Broken Mirror All
that has been left of me, Since
you left for a destination unknown, Is
a house in shambles, Stationed
in the middle of which, Stands
a mirror, Broken
and torn. Holding
within it, Myriad
images, legion facsimiles, No
menage, not one face wonted, Tenebrosity,
melancholy and desolation, Not
a speck of light. Only
an incoherent and impassive profusion of imagery, Tangles
of disengaged and disparate chunks of memory, Some
from the faraway and irretrievable, Few
from the not so distrait erstwhile. I
endeavor to see myself, And
all that I get, Is
an image contorted, The
features deranged, I
wonder how much have I, Since
your departure, changed? The
eyes appear pallid and ashen, A
squall in making, A
yowl out of the clouds in the eyes, Only
it's gonna be a dry one, All
the brooks, all the rivulets, Have
over the time, parched and dried. And
whatsoever happened to the jollity on the face, That
was once so vivacious and coruscating, With
exhilaration and glee, With
its hues tapped and extracted, Looks
like leaf fallen off a tree. How
unsuspecting of me, How
benighted to have conjectured, For
time to have stopped the oozing out of the exsanguinating wounds, That
time alone had given, Since
when had the donors to a hurt, Started
playing the healers? © 2015 kavir |
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