Sunday, September 02, 2007

Mirror

On the marble case
A mirror gleaming spotless
Reflects, unasked, as vision
Shows all bare.

By blow it falls,
A thousand sharp pieces
Gleaming, bloodstained, shattered
Each piece, a face.

Spite, love, envy,
Triumph, plot. Blood.
Each piece, a tale
Still shows all, bare.

3 comments:

Nisarg said...

Whom to blame,all faces are ours!
Reflect it may but one's deeds;
Without any doubt speaks!

-Nisarg Nikhil Thaker.

Akshata said...

Blame yours. I always smile at the mirror. :p

Akhil said...

Splendid.

I am glad I ventured into your blog. :)