MIRRORS

MIRRORS

I saw a man with a lot of grief,

Again, I saw a man with a bit of relief,

Then I saw a man, who had adorers,

And I too saw a man dressed like explorers,

I saw them in the day, they saw me in the night,
I saw them in darkness, they saw me in light,
They saw me in the body, I saw them in the soul,

They saw me in pieces; I saw them as whole,

I started walking then; covered a groundless mile,

Then I met a secret spirit living in exile,

Again I took a new step to search somebody kind,

I saw then a statue; deaf, dumb and blind,

Leaving trails like gypsies I walked in plight,

Just then I saw in human form, an ignited light,

With ascetic wholeness from illusions I awoke,

And the fire was gone leaving ash and smoke,

I was too weak, diffused; fell on the ground,

Now I was the dust spread and dust was all around,

I stood up in disbelief against storm of terrors,

Lo! I realized, I walked in a world of mirrors.

-Kishor Jangda