The Mirror Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

A mirror is what this rain is
Bringing in its wake all the
churnings that lay buried
In the bushy marshes of
the being into my broad vision.


The sprinkling rain has
a tale to tell, a tale of its own,
not sparkling necessarily
But a tale of its own.

It is here for its own liking
not for once revealing
what it is here for
what it is all about.


For a soul that hid all its
agonies inside its aisles
this pouring rain holds a shock
Like a mirror it hides nothing.


Unraveling even the hideous
and the most hidden of emotions.
which were unveiled
and held naked
in front of the eyes
that shivered in disbelief.


Yes this rain is a mirror
It just furrows out all
the filth hidden inside
in the dark corners of the being
And just expunges them
into my broad sight
Yes, I shudder to see this rain.


Rain, come in your real avatar
the familiar avatar
when you pour down
devoid of designs
when you are just rain
And nothing else
I love that rain.


But alas! then mirrors
always tell the truth.