In a quest to know myself better
I encountered, what we call - 'The Mirror'
A contraption that reflects to me
What the world sees of me
When I frown, it frowns too
It blinks, when I do
Surely, it captures not only my face
But my emotions too
Sadly though, the images are lost
As the moments pass
The mirror that I just painted with my emotions
Irritably, shows up again as sparkling clean glass
I grow suspicious; Who wipes it clean so quick
Who restores that enviable gloss?
Indeed, the mirror suffers from the affliction
That people call- ‘Short Term Memory Loss’
Determined, that not a moment I want to forget
Of this beautiful life
I start to capture me, myself
I pick up a pen and begin to write
I paint words on paper
With colours from my life
Some light shades of tranquility
Some dark ones of strife
Through words, I dive
Deep within my soul
Extracting the essence of my existence
My purpose, My goal
Thus, in poetry I reflect, images of my being
Sometimes elaborate, sometimes terse
Rendering permanence to what is transitory
Through a thoughtfully crafted verse
-Anshuman
PS : I have written this poem in Hindi as well. Please click here to read the Hindi version
https://kavishala.in/@anshuman-a/darpana