Mirrors Don’t Cry
Talk to me
and feel yourself
flooding my vacuum
And when you feel hollow,
I will pour into you,
words and inspiration
not my own
In your darkness
I will shine light
Do you know
it takes black
to define white?
You can throw your sorrows at me
They will stay in me
and I’ll harden
And when you cry
I’ll hold you
with your strength
You feel empty
I will fill you
and take your shape
Your rigidity hurts you
and your hurt
that you pass to me
will soften your core
Whatever you do
I will surround you
and complement you
in all you do
So that you feel free
or compelled
to change
and see your other faces
All that you need
you’ll take from me
When you thank me
you’ll never realize
that I gave you
what you yourself generated
and lost.
But when you reach out your hand
to touch me
You’ll realize
I’m just cold glass
shattered at one blow
My shards cut your fingers
and let blood flow
I feel no remorse
You’ll feel it
for having broken me
Tears you cry
and vow
never to repeat your folly
You’ll put me together again
and be reminded
of this pain
when you see your own blood
streaked across my face
Unerasable
Mirrors never cry.
If you liked this, find my other poetry here and here.
Sheesha!!
Some mirrors lie 🙂
Beeeeeyutiful idea…as always…
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“Mirrors never cry”..well written and emoted through words.
Am glad i came by your blog!
will be back for more
came across ur blog from a link on another…beautiful expression…but have u ever wondered as to what lies beyond…through the looking glass?
Landed up at ur blog thru some circuitous route…liked ur previous post abt fate of Tamil girls… I here them all the time as my sis is reaching a nubile age…
Infact I too had posted abt Tam Iyers, in a lighter vein though…
http://point5.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-iyer.html
Would like to repeat what Mahi just said. That was good. 🙂
Poignant!
or maybe they do, and you cant see it..
wow..something tells me u’ve got more where that came from
=)
put ’em up!
@Arjun- But forged mirrors remain forged, and give you a distorted image. You might not see it, but the blood stains remain.
One of the darker expressions of your mind.
But do remember that even broken mirrors can be forged together again….
Nice post, a little desultory though.
yeah! WOW! Poignant!
Thank you Smithy, The world needed to see such brilliant weave of words.
WOW