Mirror mirror on the wall; only If it could mend its flaws!
Beyond those scattered crevices on chest of mirrors,
my countless reflections asked me whats with this bluff?
Baffled with its piercing quest,
I answered in jest;
that my wholeness is simulating your brokenness
and all that is projected is the fantasy of your inner mess!
The mirror immediately chided
and asked me to step aside!
I wondered what it's upto,
a contemplation or futile attempt to rescue?
But, then it sat there staring at its plight
and I intervened to interrogate it all with my might!
Are you just fine or is it something that you have seen is sublime?
It peacefully retorted, maybe it was earlier too entwined
with the objects, their portraits, postures features, role plays and jibes
and absorbing all the chaos, it strayed away from its own vibe!
And, now all these cracks are gathering soon to portray its state of being
in shambles and tatters for always pleasing others amidst their quirkness and bling!
All it never cared for is its own essence in the way it existed
reluctantly going about way of showing facades as facades and pumping vanity into despicable souls,
only, If it could refect the rawness behind facades, usual behind tonnes of make up, clumsiness behind spotless demeanour, shakiness behind firm conduct and colours of their heart behind derived roles,
It would have lived a fulfilled life away from cocky trade,
basking in genuineness; calling spade a spade.
No more it would have been overwhelmed by crannies
if it has been itself all along; upfront and uncanny!