Days start with playful communion with my mirror
Shooting mischievous glances and smiling gleefully
My mirror stands tall adorning its place on my wall
The morning light that seep through my window
Smuggle in sachets of radiant hues to my mirror
Then before the bustling hours of the day
I gaze into my mirror and get myself daintily decked
The hues deftly blend to veil all my distortions!
When the day grows old and the rays ablaze on my mirror
Stealthily I move to steal a look at my self in my mirror
Dreading the burning rays of the mature sun that might cajole
My mirror to remove the veil that covers my sunken face
But my mirror saves my face scattering the rays ablaze
To the nooks and corners of my room in kaleidoscopic splendor
My mirror always stands tall adorning its place on my wall!
Days end with a deep and vigilant look into my mirror
Without the veil and the blend of beautiful hues
Then in the dimly lit milieu of my chamber
I still find myself almost beautiful in my mirror
Holding back my feminine impulse to pose the ancient riddle
I whisper instead, my customary qualm to my precious mirror
“Mirror mirror on the wall can you beautify my soul too”
Then slipping on the cloak of silence, as though in a dream
My mirror you smile and stand tall adorning my wall!
Shooting mischievous glances and smiling gleefully
My mirror stands tall adorning its place on my wall
The morning light that seep through my window
Smuggle in sachets of radiant hues to my mirror
Then before the bustling hours of the day
I gaze into my mirror and get myself daintily decked
The hues deftly blend to veil all my distortions!
When the day grows old and the rays ablaze on my mirror
Stealthily I move to steal a look at my self in my mirror
Dreading the burning rays of the mature sun that might cajole
My mirror to remove the veil that covers my sunken face
But my mirror saves my face scattering the rays ablaze
To the nooks and corners of my room in kaleidoscopic splendor
My mirror always stands tall adorning its place on my wall!
Days end with a deep and vigilant look into my mirror
Without the veil and the blend of beautiful hues
Then in the dimly lit milieu of my chamber
I still find myself almost beautiful in my mirror
Holding back my feminine impulse to pose the ancient riddle
I whisper instead, my customary qualm to my precious mirror
“Mirror mirror on the wall can you beautify my soul too”
Then slipping on the cloak of silence, as though in a dream
My mirror you smile and stand tall adorning my wall!
2 comments:
"""Then in the dimly lit milieu of my chamber
I still find myself almost beautiful in my mirror"""..........
wow Cynthia...from a small girl i know, you have grown up to personality with such indepth feeling.....each poem depics , so much meaning and your outlook to life is very clear.Get going Girl.
thankyou sappu, ur comment brot tears to my eyes...........so my writing "speaks", i am glaaaaaaaaaaadddd
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