When I see the mirror
A criss- cross of montages
Struggling to make a meaning
Or just a confused cryptic kaleidoscope
Waiting to be deciphered?
Is this a flash of distant past?
Or my very existence that I don’t recognize
Because it is retrieved from a complex labyrinth
Of cascading emotions and conflicting thoughts
Is it as simple as it seems
Or there are things a mirror cannot show?
The layers in the bigger picture are
Being removed frame by frame
The truth is strange
Not ugly, not satisfying, neither ruffled nor calm
Not steady, not defined, neither shapely, nor vague
It scares me by being
Because I don’t know what I look at
I don’t know the thing that looks back at me!
9th april 2011
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