Mirror on the wall: A poem by Geethanjali Dilip

On a murky day like this when you fog,
A veil of misconstrued thoughts my mind to clog,
I am a reflection like a portrait forgotten in smog,
Lying in an attic that’s smothered by mildew stuck to a damp log.

I carefully wipe away the moist film-like shroud,
Squeaking with redundant memories screaming loud,
I ignore the jarring feeling every corner of the frame as though thoughts crowd,
It’s taken so long to let go of this gloomy cloud!

All the contours now highlight themselves with realization,
Details surface and my eye windows discern a revelation,
That the lines drawn are my own and worth some correction,
The sky clears to show me I’m not celebrating some perfection.

Without batting an eyelid, I stare at my eyes reflecting the light,
In them, I see my journey through births spinning in a flight,
I’ve come a long way to comprehend wrong from right,
For now, all I can be is thankful of my insight and visual sight.

All of a sudden there on the wall I see only beauty,
For it crumbles to dust magically leaving a view pretty,
Everything is a reflection of my perceptions in a clarity,
No cracks, no lines, no distortions, no ghosts, no mirrors, no vanity, just my sagacity.