Prologue

 

Underneath a star-studded sky,

Calm, quiet and serene,

I waked through a thick forest

And reached a placid stream.

I was all that I saw,

Life was happily essayed in reflections!

 

The incident

 

Humans are a curious lot,

They race to stars and even for a speck.

All their start and finish line; the same,

They are but one yet revenge they behold,

Stones and blades, hatred and un-kindness,

They treat each other such, I know not why!

I was not broken by the object they wielded,

My purpose was shattered by their devilish act;

Blood upon their hands, their own I would say,

They came to me, relished their own reflections of death!

 

Who am I?

 

I am a mirror; spotless.

All that you see in me,

All that I am and I be,

Is nothing more than you

And all that you project.

Devoid of darkness, I stage light and reflections!

 

Romance

 

Thus I was broken, stayed such

Until my bonnie lass walked in.

Oh! she caressed me and cured me,

Pieces and shards, she healed me.

I became beauty thus, epics and poems,

Unusual it was for she saw me

And not mere images, not reflections.

Needless to say that I looked at her;

I saw me, I saw her, nothing else was seen

The end; Time took her away and all our reflections!

 

Reflections

 

I am a mirror,

I cease not to be.

Complete or in pieces,

I long and yearn to reflect.

As long as light lives,

There will be reflections!