**Mirror Mirror**

**Mirror Mirror**

I swing like a pendulum 
In and out
Hugging its philosophy
I become phenomenon and the effect
Of it’s every movement

That is when
My mirror invites me in to it
That is when I face myself
Stare in to my own eyes
I talk to myself

Where I stand is in front of my pretty mirror
The fight goes on
My fists ache and my face bruise
The reflection asks me
“Who are you?”

I see masked faces
With glazing eyes
They ask
“Aren’t you me?”

I see
Hands dusting
Worn out pages
Imprinted with uncanny memories
They fall down and turn to ashes

I see
I become the refugee
And the savior
I am my hideout

I see
All the springs
Sprinkled age on me
They leave

I see
The catastrophe
The scorching hug of time
I arouse
I burn

My mirror invites me
In to it
I go with all my heart
Unlocking every reflection of mine

**Times**

Those moments roll on
Leaving behind the miniature frames
Of the bygones
Dusted foot prints
Parroting baby cries
Matured walks of bruised feet
Whispered talks and voiced triumphs

They roll on

We crave for the lost
Still they roll on
On the very burials of hopes
Resting for peace

Emptiness is the key
For it is the rebirth
And the moments roll on
As if there is nothing to take forth
But why???