Talk to me and feel yourself flooding my vacuum
And when you feel hollow, I will pour into you,
words and inspiration, that are not my ownIn your darkness, I will shine light
Do you know it takes black to define white?
You can throw your sorrows at me…
And they will stay in me and I’ll harden
And when you cry, I will hold you with your own 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 that you do
So that you feel free or compelled to change
And see your other faces
All that you need, you’ll take from meWhen 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 to this pain,
when you see your own blood streaked across my face..unerasable
Mirrors never cry.
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Posted in Mercurial mirror, Waxing eloquent | Comments (17)
August 15th, 2005 at 8:07 am
WOW
August 15th, 2005 at 1:17 pm
Thank you Smithy, The world needed to see such brilliant weave of words.
August 15th, 2005 at 6:21 pm
But for a mirror that is so much a part of him, the man would rather put it together and keep sitting in front of it forever…. while the blood stained fissures start appearing as a crimson veil to him.Wouldn’t he?
I.S., you never stop leaving people awestruck with your beautiful way with words..don’t you?
August 16th, 2005 at 12:14 am
yeah! WOW! Poignant!
August 16th, 2005 at 3:21 am
Nice post, a little desultory though.
August 16th, 2005 at 4:44 am
One of the darker expressions of your mind.
But do remember that even broken mirrors can be forged together again….
August 16th, 2005 at 11:15 am
@Arjun- But forged mirrors remain forged, and give you a distorted image. You might not see it, but the blood stains remain.
August 16th, 2005 at 2:15 pm
wow..something tells me u’ve got more where that came from
=)
put ‘em up!
August 16th, 2005 at 8:59 pm
or maybe they do, and you cant see it..
August 18th, 2005 at 9:32 am
Poignant!
August 18th, 2005 at 6:39 pm
Would like to repeat what Mahi just said. That was good.
August 18th, 2005 at 8:22 pm
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
August 24th, 2005 at 5:18 am
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?
August 24th, 2005 at 9:18 pm
“Mirrors never cry”..well written and emoted through words.
Am glad i came by your blog!
will be back for more
August 25th, 2005 at 11:40 am
Beeeeeyutiful idea…as always…
hugs
August 31st, 2005 at 3:22 pm
Sheesha!!
Some mirrors lie
September 1st, 2005 at 10:37 am
that sounded so desolate. and you worded it so masterfully. amazing!