Mirrors & Shadows Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the quiet stillness of an ancient room,
Where time weaves tales through dust and gloom,
A mirror hangs, a silent seer,
Reflecting truths, both far and near.

Its glass, a portal, clear and bright,
Captures souls in its shimmering light.
No whispers of deceit pass through its frame,
For mirrors, steadfast, remain the same.

Each morning's light, it greets with grace,
Unveiling each unguarded face.
Lines of age, the scars of time,
In mirrors, they are truths that chime.

Beneath the surface, beyond the sheen,
Mirrors reveal the unseen scene.
A soul laid bare, no place to hide,
In its reflection, truths abide.

The girl who laughs with eyes so clear,
The man who hides a silent tear,
The dreams, the fears, the unspoken cries,
In mirrors, all are undisguised.

Yet, shadows too, hold truths profound,
In their quiet, whispered sound.
As day turns night and light retreats,
Shadows dance on silent streets.

They stretch and sway, in twilight's grip,
Following every movement's script.
A shadow cast is pure and true,
A partner bound to all we do.

In dawn's first light or dusk's embrace,
Shadows trace each fleeting grace.
No lies they speak, no tales they weave,
In their simplicity, we must believe.

Mirrors and shadows, kindred in truth,
Guardians of age and proof of youth.
One reflects with crystal eyes,
The other dances, never lies.

The mirror, bold, in light it stands,
Unwavering in its demands.
Face it square, confront your soul,
Its truth is often harsh and cold.

But shadows, softer, in their way,
Tell truths in light's gentle sway.
They hide within the darkened hall,
Yet reveal so much, through silent call.

Together, they compose a song,
Of honesty, where we belong.
A harmony of light and shade,
In every truth they've gently laid.

In every room, in every heart,
They play their unassuming part.
Mirrors show what's plain to see,
Shadows hint at mystery.

Through years that pass, they stand as one,
From morning's light to setting sun.
Mirrors, shadows, side by side,
In them, no truths can hide.

When life is blurred, and paths are crossed,
When in ourselves, we feel lost,
Seek the mirror's honest gaze,
Watch the shadows as they play.

For in their dance and in their stare,
Lies a truth beyond compare.
No judgment cast, no falsehood spun,
Just simple truth for everyone.

A mirror's gleam, a shadow's dance,
Together offer one last chance.
To face ourselves, to see, to learn,
To understand what we discern.

In quiet rooms, when all is still,
When night encroaches with its chill,
Look to mirrors, look to shade,
For there, our deepest truths are laid.

In mirrors, shadows, we find our way,
Through darkest night and brightest day.
They stand as beacons, pure and right,
Guardians of our inner light.

In every glance, in every shade,
A testament to truths displayed.
For mirrors and shadows, pure and fair,
Never lie, and always care.

So when you find your path is steep,
And truths are buried, dark, and deep,
Remember this, let it be known,
Mirrors and shadows guide us home.