I am always astonished at
the silence of night,
the moon in bright
the chaos of swinging trees,
the fragrance of breeze
the hissing of turtle
the blues in purple
the pet constantly watching mobile screen
the wetlands and everything green.
How I perceive things is
so far queerer
doing away with it won't make it any more clear
what is stopping me from dwelling on the past is nothing but the fear
let me converse with my alter ego, the mirror.
you, the mirror,
make the characters
in my stories
that I articulate to you
&
resemble the untangled me
in this discombobulated world
&
justify all of me at the places
I exist broadly in.
yet, you are contradictory.
you don't imitate the inner core of mine,
when I look at you eye to eye.
you fake me or do I?
shall I give you some time to incarnate yourself in me?
Or do I have to open up from within and spoon-feed you?
My reflection in you is what you want to sketch of me
betraying won't make you any clever, you see.
Still I will always turn up and talk to you
leaving everyone who stopped pursuing me
to be deserted by you.
🌼🌼🌼🌼
-Dirgha Pandey
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