I wonder who is this person
who sits in my eye, holding a mirror in her hand;
Whenever I try to talk with her
I get only silence as a reply.
I still have no idea why
she has that mirror in her hand and
what she is trying to make me see.
Like a speck in the corner of the eye,
while you drive in a busy main road
I try to ignore her and try to look
But I know she is still there
trying to attract my attention
Only through her prolonged silence.
I know that I know her.
But I cannot just recall where I had seen her
It is like that ancient melodies of our land
which follow you after centuries and you
dont even know who was singing that for you
A mere word from her may put my nervousness to a pause
But she fills my day with language of sighs
Her face disturbs me
I want to say a thousand things to her and
no words come out of my mouth.
I should have been a poet in one of my previous birth
who was cursed with a verbal constipation.
She showed me in the mirror
the days I was smiling
I was laughing
I was ME
which I didnt dare to do for a long time.
Now I want to treat her again like
a speck of dust in a busy road
As all the mirror shatters and
She will also dissolve in tears.