You cannot fight back the reflection, it’s fragile and persistent, ego force, staring at your soul
Strike it woth all your might, you hurt yourself, it cracks and ominously smiles at your rage
Drawing blood, changing the course of life, flows away; the world is like a mirror
Feel the unknown stares, the pathetic curiosity about someone who does not follow, unfit for comparisons
How many hands really help, dole out sympathy or offer an embrace; a stultifying routine of pushing away, the divides are deeper
It’s only a few moments of existence- measure it with cosmic time, but we waste most of it, like a speck of anomalies
All that reflects in eternity becomes the burden we carry, often, the time tides over us, making life feebler
-Amitav Chowdhury