Reflections.
Cancerous swirls envelop her,
Loss of technicolour, nothing on the horizon.
In the distance, the strains of a lute are heard,
Shadows of raindrops on her face, as they trickle down the window-pane.
She stares at her reflection.
An early morning ritual, sacred to him,
Walking out the door, bucket of water in hand.
Smiles as he goes through the Sunday morning motions,
A clean, shiny car- as good as new.
He stares at his reflection.
A spritz here, a flick there,
All the final touch-ups completed.
A sniff, a snort of the pure white stuff,
She’s ready to walk that road.
She stares at her reflection.
She squeals with joy, and chuckles with glee,
Splashes around a bit, just to irk Mommy.
The little rubber ducky bobs in its turbulent sea and a soap bubble escapes,
She is full of wide-eyed wonder,
She stares at her reflection.
Downcast, full of guilt,
Unable to look at her and confess.
Looking at the ring on her finger, an errant, telling tear rolls down his cheek.
She lifts his head and looks in his eyes.
He stares at his reflection.
A glint of steel, a flash of light makes it all so clear to her,
What had to be, what ought to have.
Mistakes of long ago, haunting her still,
She feels at peace as she grips the knife tight.
She stares at her reflection.
Single thought, one line, so many meanings and scenarios… Scrumptious!
Aakriti said this on July 26, 2009 at 12:16 pm |
mind blowing!!!i jus love d way u write em!!!!
lomas said this on July 26, 2009 at 12:16 pm |
🙂
Thank you, Aakriti and Lomas. 🙂 🙂
This one’s very dear to me.
cranialrumblings said this on July 26, 2009 at 1:41 pm |
its such a sweet thing…. every line is like a world in itself… so meaningful… keep da good work on…
nishant said this on July 26, 2009 at 2:30 pm |
You’ve captured brilliantly just how differently individuals of the same species can go through something and end up doing the same thing, if for merely a moment.
zaiu said this on July 26, 2009 at 3:10 pm |
The scary kinda brilliant. I recall all the Dumbo epithets.
gryphusnick said this on July 26, 2009 at 3:18 pm |
absolutely mindblowing.. 🙂 loved it! *hug*
Divya Vinekar said this on July 26, 2009 at 9:39 pm |
OH MY GOD! THIS IS MY FAVOURITE!!! IT IS SCARY INDA BRILLIANT!!
Awesome awesome AWESOME!!!!!!
Sneha said this on July 26, 2009 at 10:23 pm |
my lord… that was amazing.. esp the different scenarios n all.. brilliantly done
kung foo fighting said this on July 27, 2009 at 4:00 am |
well written but a little discomforting.
chikki said this on July 27, 2009 at 4:59 am |
hey!
donn count dis as braggin cause its da opposite!
i see a lot of my style in this poem… though da way uve played wid different “reflections” is smethng unmatched… i kno i couldnt do it…
oh btw i took ure advice & moved my blog 2 WordPress… well dat wasnt da real reason but still… its now http://www.rustedandtorn.wordpress.com...
read me!
The Wicker Man said this on July 27, 2009 at 7:19 am |
i really like the style, leave so much to imagination… its really like a perfectly woven thing… love it…
shail said this on July 27, 2009 at 9:26 am |
Comforting.
:heart:
mamta said this on July 27, 2009 at 10:40 am |
I heart! you are the best there is! Go Anni go! 😀 😀 😀
aliveimp said this on July 27, 2009 at 12:18 pm |
i love how you’ve done this. i really do.
mysty said this on July 27, 2009 at 11:54 pm |
Nicely done. Great how the different scenarios all end up in “Reflections”. Keep ’em coming!
Himanshu Vartak said this on July 29, 2009 at 8:41 am |
I LOVE how this one’s done. Each in a world of their own, yet arriving at the same moment – staring at his or her own reflection. Brilliant!
Whirlwind of emotions said this on July 31, 2009 at 3:02 pm |
This isn’t poetry, this is genius.
Reisa said this on August 18, 2009 at 1:27 pm |