Mirror my soul


I am full of mirrors today
Poems have turned into cold glass
Reflections sneer, glint and flash
No images intrude only absent thoughts
I turn this way and that
they face each other too
turning into a thousand faces.
A simple wave of a hand 
becomes an universal wave pool
Which is mine?
I can no longer discern
No more than a mirror
can choose
what its face will be
at any given point of time.
©Reena Prasad
5th March 2012

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