Friday, 24 January 2014

mirror, image


when I stare at my own reflection
the mirror asked , what is your intention?
to admire an imitation 
or peer into your real-self .

I am faithful and just,
quips the reflection silvery .
But are you? 
Yes I am , feebly I argue
Laughter resonates the mirrory frame.
tear down the mask game
layers of grease paint, peel
wash your face with the feel
of water of reality
and embrace a new you.

A new you 
and an old me
join hands together
like pals ever
play in the memory lane.

                                     FOR : POETS UNITED