The Recluse
Standing in front of my mirror,
Remnant glory sneers at me.
Running away from life,
Only shadow of mine is with me.
Standing in front of my mirror,
Winding path of an innocent mistake mocks me.
The unknown destiny of my self,
Shows its mistiness to me.
Standing in front of my mirror,
Her prudent glee softly kills me.
Memoirs of that time,
Remind what laughter is to me.
Standing in front of my mirror,
meanders of today smirks me.
Haziness of the image,
Undoes the immortality of me.
3 comments:
"the agony of u'r life oozes through my fingers", rohit sharma said this once.
Thushar: What????
correction - u'r fingers -
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