THE BROKEN MIRROR

I was looking in the mirror,

Blushing and smiling…

Making faces of different kinds,

Brushing and detailing…

Suddenly I hear a voice

And the mirror falls..

Breaking into pieces..

I see it all scattered..

I am staring..

Trying to believe

To what I see-

My reflection in all the small mirrors..

A thousand of me…I see

Amazed at the loss,

The precious gift..

Now in multiple forms..

 I see my multiple shades in it,

Multiple emotions..

Multiple expressions..

Multiple me..

In torment, I sit before it..

Trying to fix it..

In utter shock and tragedy,

I glue them all together..

It comes in form,

But with the visible joints..

Queer it has become,

The broken mirror.

But I can’t apart it from me..

For it is special,

For it served its purpose,

For it has witnessed my ‘moments’..

So I frame it

With golden…and silver it is

And hang it on the opposite wall,

A masterpiece-I call it!!