A mirror thought.

I see the mirror sometimes,
To vent out the steam,
All the pent up aggression, and
And what else?
I don’t know, frustrations maybe.
Or maybe just the disgust with
Fucked up non sense of the world.

I see the mirror sometimes,
To clear out the air,
Between the me I can touch,
And the me I can only see.

Just to make sure,
That we are on the same page.
So there’s no misunderstanding. . .

And yet,
And yet,
The mirror gets dusty sometimes.
A haze they call doubt I guess.
It fucks up the image,
And I can’t really see,
The me I can only see.
And the me I can touch,
Is no longer one that’s free.

-Amittras

About this Poem:

While stuck up in a state of indefinite nationwide lock down, alone, away from family, away from friends, and loved ones, it’s pretty easy to lose track of yourself. Especially considering the fact that having a mind that easily succumbs to boredom, and constantly needs excitement of creating something.

At times like this, it is easy to lose hope that everything will be back to normal, and everything will go back to the way it were. Maybe it won’t, but the truth is, surviving to see that time is more important. Ideas grow, and patience is tested. Is there really place for doubt in a time like this?

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