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