It was me, It was my own reflection…


Lying on the floor, I found some skeletons,
When I jumped into my past,
I Found a guy with bruises and burns,
But he had no pain on his face, he was just lost…

I could see his shadow disappear,
as I walked closer to him,
He seemed so old and alone,
But then that smile on his face, a sudden whim…

I took few more steps towards him,
I could see him inside out now, his imperfection,
That was when I realized, I was looking into a mirror,
It was me, It was my own reflection…

By: Chandan Mishra
24th June 2013

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