Who Was The Stranger I Saw In The Mirror? Poem by Ali Oliyai

Who was the stranger I saw in the mirror?

A man who buried himself somewhere over being recognized in a terra incognita? Or the one who scrutinizes for your footprint in a catastrophic storm?

A man who prefers to write in anonymity? Or the one who is still looking for thee somewhere in his poem?

A man who wrote by his left hand, or the one who erased by his right hand? ; the story of his fears, the pearls of your tears.

A man who burnt himself instead of the midnight oil and expired as Mephistopheles? Or the one who rewrote the story of Phoenix in red?

What will happen to an unfulfilled love?

Does it remain like an illusion eternally exists in an amnesiac mind, Or it will hurt like a festered ulcer poulticed by salt still mirthlessly bleeds?