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, 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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1Kumari
wrote on 15 August 2005 at 8:07
WOW
2Valhalla
wrote on 15 August 2005 at 13:17
Thank you Smithy, The world needed to see such brilliant weave of words.
3~Sen~
wrote on 15 August 2005 at 18:21
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?
4NoHairBrain
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 0:14
yeah! WOW! Poignant!
5Brad
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 3:21
Nice post, a little desultory though.
6Arjun
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 4:44
One of the darker expressions of your mind.
But do remember that even broken mirrors can be forged together again….
7Brad
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 11:15
@Arjun- But forged mirrors remain forged, and give you a distorted image. You might not see it, but the blood stains remain.
8Madame Mahima
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 14:15
wow..something tells me u’ve got more where that came from
=)
put ‘em up!
9manuscrypts
wrote on 16 August 2005 at 20:59
or maybe they do, and you cant see it..
10A Cynic in Wonderland
wrote on 18 August 2005 at 9:32
Poignant!
11couchpotato
wrote on 18 August 2005 at 18:39
Would like to repeat what Mahi just said. That was good.
12Point 5
wrote on 18 August 2005 at 20:22
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
13infinity
wrote on 24 August 2005 at 5:18
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?
14Jyotsna
wrote on 24 August 2005 at 21:18
“Mirrors never cry”..well written and emoted through words.
Am glad i came by your blog!
will be back for more
15Sangeeta
wrote on 25 August 2005 at 11:40
Beeeeeyutiful idea…as always…
hugs
16Arunima
wrote on 31 August 2005 at 15:22
Sheesha!!
Some mirrors lie
17transience
wrote on 1 September 2005 at 10:37
that sounded so desolate. and you worded it so masterfully. amazing!