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The stranger in the mirror

I stare right at you,
I know you,
I am you.

But, now, I am not so sure,
I somehow know the stark contrasts,
You are a stranger mocking at me.

Seconds tick by and the midnight approaches,
I sit alone here, seeing the reflection of you,
Noting the subtle changes,
Those that smiles cannot hide,

Is it a memory?
Is it the person?
What holds you there?
Frozen in time, unwilling to step out?
I know there is something wrong,
I can’t put a finger at it,
I just know it.
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Anonymous said…
That's really nice - unadulterated and simple - really good Mahita! :)
March 23, 2009
Kalyan said…
Mahita! Great Job...So wonderful...
March 25, 2009
Mahita said…
@Shubha

Thanks a lot :).

@Kalyan
Welcome and thank u :)
March 26, 2009
Prabhu Dutta Das said…
You are traversing yourself hrough a mirror? Were you sure that your right wasnt left behind?
March 28, 2009
Sashu... said…
Mahita!! thats awesome poetry!! :)
March 28, 2009
Su.. said…
o.. That sounds.. blurrred!! :)..

Told u - u have a sight problem.. duh!!
March 29, 2009
Mahita said…
@Prabhu

Attempted to... :)...

@Sashu
Thanks for the kind words.. :)

@Su
Very funny!! :)
March 29, 2009
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