Touch from a Mirror


Caress, caress, caress,
Caresses the mirror.
Narrates my unheard tale, and I see myself dancing in the mirror
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkles my eyes.
Or is it the reflection of the mirror.
Speaks mirror, her own lexis,
Leaves me, wishing to live within her words.
And then hush…..but I feel her heart beat.

Awwwww….Mirror….Oh Dear! Mirror
For she, accompanies my tears,
Beats my heart,
Breathes my breath,
Shares my sin,
And then, she pays her dues.
Lights me up, with her chuckles
My heart betrays the divine for her grin
Unseen charm, brightens the soul
Fortunate me, I share her dreams,
Yet, my hand falls short to grab her dreams, and make mine
Her ogle, stares, and I tend to find myself
Stars, countless of them, lies within
I shy away, shall I not dare to shine like one,
My wish, her reflections are all I want.
Naïve heart, again commits a sin,
She again shares my tears.

And then, there it is.
A wait of a lifetime,
She touches me,
And, I know of nothing, but happiness
Yes, she touches me,
A touch from a mirror.

Tears, I shed, honour her touch.
Moments, turns into a life story
A story, with me and my mirror
Heaven and Treasures, nothing but words
Divines and love, merely, a mirage
Life and Death, again a mystery
For me, I confide myself into a mirror,
Stop breathing, hoping to halt time
Shut brain, for me, this is my reality
Close my eyes, stop this blessing to escape
And there she reflects me, just me,
And I cherish only her,
And there,,
I build, my own mirage,
Invite mystery, for now I wish for nothing more,
Yes, wish for nothing more,

She has touched me,
A touch from a mirror.


By :- Rupendra Sharma
e-mail :- Rupendra1@aol.com
Florida , U.S
 

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