Mirrors Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Mirrors galore all around,
in every nook and cranny
visible and lying hidden
they spread images
of all sorts and hues and
one shudders to tread on them.

Images of life in its myriad
forms and avatars
Reflections of life in
its essence and rabid forms.
Mirrors are there everywhere
be aware of their presence.

Don't overlook images
for you never know whether
they seek to convey the
truths that you conveniently
brushed under the carpet,
just for the life to thrive.

Life is shorn of the designs
that you manufacture to
make it palatable and acceptable.
Life is life and it has a life
that makes your calculations
about it redundant.

Mirrors are there all around.
It is life's way of reminding you
of bruising truths that you
overlook to make the life
appear a remarkable drama
that appeals to your senses.

Step on the images and
shun them with disdain
and move on with the
inane belief that life is
what you make it day in
and out with gay abandon.

But remember images bite,
they tell the truth.
They don't belong to this world
or the nether world
They belong to this moment
the only moment that matters.

If images appear scattered
step on them as if they are
broken parts of a mirror.
It may hurt, it may bleed
but don't step aside
because that's your life.