Silver orb hanging on wall,
A friend or a foe?
It imitates and knows me,
like none will ever know.
Sees me as I am,
before I see the light of sun.
Hair disheveled, buggy eyes,
a face completely undone.
But I do not mind.
‘It’s just you and me’, I say.
Inspecting myself begrudgingly,
yet completely at ease,
even as, the million eyes in one
bore through me,
unblinkingly sans cease.
It does not pass snide remarks,
does not gloat or smirk.
All cruel words it spares,
silently appraising me,
as it appears to stare.
A smile for smile.
A tear for tear.
Commiserating with me,
a parallel individual,
a fleeting illusion
of a twin soul,
in this lonely world.
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