15 Thursday Oct 2009
Posted in poetry
I imagined
I was of flesh and blood
with a heart and a brain
feelings and pain
I bled when nicked
Too close the fire singed
invisible arrows pierced
and my eyes shed tears.
I forgot… I am but inanimate
Just a mirror on the wall
Metal and glass
No feelings at all
People glance
To make up their face
A smile, a grimace
then onward on their ways…
You only see what is outside
Turned the other way inside
Nothing more, nothing less
I only reflect.
– Shail Mohan (Oct 2009)
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Entammo…!!!
Kidu.. 🙂
Vivek.
Me: Athraykku jnettikkunnathaano??! 😛 Hehe…
Wow! The ‘reflections’ (pun intended) of a mirror! Simply superb!
Interesting imagination, Shail!
Me: Thanks Sandhya! 🙂
If mirrors could speak what will they not tell!!!
Me: 🙂 yeah!
Nicely penned! I like these lines,
‘…You only see what is outside
Turned the other way inside
Nothing more, nothing less
I only reflect…’
btw, I would like to share one of my poems on mirror. Hope you’ll like it.
Me: Thank you Deependra. I will surely check out your poem! 🙂
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
who’s the best poet of them all.
Sometimes for making your heart to stall,
sometimes to squeeze tears from the eyeball,
and for piercing your heart as if with an awl
and for making us exclaim ‘what a gall’
for making the words like an yo-yo to fall,
its always Shail who is standing tall.
Guess I made up for the one missed for ‘Happiest Days’ :). Great work Shail.
Me: OMG you sure did Govind! 😀 Errr… but I reach only up to a height of 5 feet above the ground level! 😛
Bravo!!
Me: Thank you Vivek.
Another creative poem from you maam. Who would have thought to write something from a mirrors perspective-that’s creativity. Great 🙂
Me: Thanks Aditya 🙂 I once wrote about my washing machine 😉
Interesting….great picture, reflects the poem well 🙂
Me: Thank you Ganga! 🙂