Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When I stared unrelentingly into broken shards of irregular mirror, 


The reflection that emanated was grotesquely distorted; with my nose appearing


to be broken at a myriad of places.


 


When I sighted my face in a thick sheet of mirror stained with a crimson slurry of blood, 


I resembled the diabolical devil; with ghastly streaks of brutal red embellishing my forehead.


 


When I viewed my persona in a sea green mirror; hoisted towards blazing 


light of the Sun, 


Intricate features of my body appeared evidently blurred; and a bunch of hair on my scalp looked like blades of grass.


 


When I held a mirror painted with black; abreast twin pairs of my crystalline eyes, 


I felt as if I had been divested of vision; with an ocean of perpetual darkness striking me at blinding speeds.


 


When I attempted to picture my silhouette; in the translucent mirror of the 


emerald sea, 


The image appeared preposterously hazy in the primordial stages; disappearing


at instants of boisterous waves transiting into frothy spray.


 


When I tried to spot my demeanor in the immaculate mirror of moon, 


The reflection appeared overwhelmingly clear; but soon got obliterated by a cluster of black clouds.


 


When I audaciously attempted to view my outlines in the blistering mirror of the  flaming Sun, 


I inevitably failed to do so; as the acrid beams of light decimated all 


my capacity to see.


 


When I tried to distinguish my color in a mirror camouflaged in frosty milk, 


I inexorably  looked like a clown; with my dexterously chiseled features transforming to fat smudges of white.


 


When I endeavored decoding my face in an absolutely Pellucid mirror, 


I could sight it as it was sculptured at the reigning moment; without traces of emotion and empathy.


 


And eventually when I attempted to see my face in the mesmerizing mirror of my


beloved's eyes, 


This time though the reflection which diffused was the clearest of all; and I sighted a blissful smile on my lips, 


Which was a perennial signal that we loved each other; as much as we feared to die.



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