The Gallery Poem by anurag chaudhary

Every day I pass by
I see a gallery passing all along the roads I walk
No matter where I go and where I reach
It is there all through my custom
Countless doors sans glass sans wood
I see people always walking out of its portal and people going in
Today when I passed beside that gallery
A decision was made in instant mood to pay homage to the artifacts held up by the place
I searched for a gatekeeper or a ticket checker at least
But instead I found someone whose mere presence shocked me
I found myself framed in there as if a mirror was placed opposite to my existence
My face was a moon of winters and my eyes ashen like just to say the least
The people saw that work of art and I was one of them
I was there as if I never existed
Unnoticed unheard unseen they saw what I say was a mirror again with glass nowhere nearby
There were people all around caged in their own mirrors or as I say
Drowning in the sea of sorrow screaming for more pain
Standing there we were all admiring what we saw
We all seemed confused and we all felt embarrassed at our own state
Eyes glued to our humiliation and smile glued to our lips
As if trapped in unseen cobwebs we screamed chastised by the pain
We tried to run only to find cliffs ahead
We drowned in our own salt
The wounds we had were treated with the salt we produced
Still that smile was there
It seemed unreal, unfamiliar with the way to escape this unknown adversary
I wanted to escape, my teeth bathing in the salt flowing from the ever flowing waterfalls.
The taste was bad now also grinding the recipe with the crimson fluid
Seeing no other path to tread I closed my eyes with all my energies

Last I remember was when I was back to my customary walk
Sans the crimson marks sans the salt dried down my cheeks sans that smile…