My Perceptions Poem by ritwika raha

As clean, as beautiful
The mirror, I saw
The crafted grandeur
Beauty gorged of flaw.

I tried to chase,
The world so bright
But each time I leapt
They showed me fright

I tried to see,
The vial of life
But the eyes grew weary
And just saw strife

I tried to clasp,
The wind and sail
But the galloping waves
And the tearing gale…

I tried to mount,
My thoughts on steed
But every thought
Was struck and it did bleed! !

I tried to tread,
With the crowd rampant
I was clenched, and I gasped
In the crowd nonchalant! !


I raised my brows,
To catch the long straight street
But it showed me just
A fragment of it! !

I tried to ti, e
The chords of despair and hope
But nothing could mend
This broken rope.

I dropped down battered
In pieces, in shards
Narrow hopes all cleaved
All reveries marred.

It was the mirror
I saw till then
The truth, its twin and…
Betwixt a narrow glen! ! !

All this while
I played a child! ! !
Sporting folly,
And reveries wild…

-Ritwika Raha