Let me become your mirror,
Holding only an image, enough
To shimmer my desire afloat.
How carefully you hide in veil,
Dark calligraphy around twinkling
Mirrors reflecting your gentle light.
Sindur trailing into dusts of distance
And the bold forehead’s medallion
For lovers to witness in your aanchal.
Let me be a lake filled with still water
To catch your image in my tranquility
For the lives swimming within me.
1 comment:
Imagine a mirror which decides one day to assume a human shape 'cause it is tired of making other men see the beauty of Ratri, the woman. Imagine a veil that decides finally to shed its inhibition and become a Priyamvada or an Anasuya - a maid-in-waiting of the woman par excellence. Imagine the Sindur turning into a red flag. Lakes turning into eyes filled with water of joy. All these possibilities are hidden in the poem. A great piece!
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