Mirror

Time has sucked away all the mercury from my mirror
Leaving the mirror as a mere glass
Which cannot reflect my memories
Just like me, a mere glass

Traces of that fragrance
Why isn’t fading away?
That laughs, cheery smiles, their naughtiness
Made my life more worthwhile.
That was the core of my life, my dreams, and my soul.

I was everything for them
When did it change?
I still can feel the coldness of that Iron Gate
One evening while sun was Basking through
They said “here after you don’t have to come
We will reach home by ourselves.

That day when I looked at myself in this mirror
I too felt that they were right
Let them be independent
And that’s what even I wanted
That was my last evening in their school

Life was just scrubbing dishes, windows and floors
As I move along life's hard way
With struggles to make both ends meet

My entity was becoming disgraceful for them
They started moving away from me.
Leaving phone bells as a symbol of our bond


Fear cropped up at the sound of phone bells.
Bills !!! college ,books and tours
Piling and choking my breath

Piercing arguments
Unanswerable questions
Tugged at my heartstrings
I hold back my tears and feelings
Hoping that time will correct it one day

I held my breath as I watched them
They have learned to rise high and transcend
Pushing me behind
Blaming me as burden for their wings

Mirror, look at the wreck of my years
They are right
Withers my hair to white
my sunken eyes , my pale skin
I looked sternly at the warped figure in the mirror,
Now I am only a reminder of death


I don’t remember the day I reached here
Days, time, relatives have become strangers.
Children and memories faded away day by day
Leaving me and my mirror as life long companions
Just to remind me my identity

Several times I wished that I could break this mirror
Even I don’t want to see myself
Just to remind me my mere identity.

Tears has stopped streaming from my eyes
My mind is fragile and brittle as my wintered bones
Before the pain comes down through my ribs
I wish these bunch of pills takes me to the depth of sleep
With a hope that the rest stains of mercury of my mirror
Would have fallen melting away the traces of memories

But still I dream that some one will wake me up
With that gentle touch, that sweet sound, that fragrance
As a mother, don’t I have rights to dream that much?

Then I pray let them grow more precious and blessed
With every passing day