Reflection
Turn up anon, and scrutinize daintily
my countenance with your kohl eyes
maniacally questing my reflections
through the desert of sequestration,
and you couldn't excavate anything.
Who shall stand up and promulgate
you about my reflections?
In every regard, I shall embark to
apprise you around all my reflections
procuring I on and on, not letting me
slumber tranquilly.
Every so often I am enmeshed between
my own infancy and mellowness like
being in an ambivalence where I just
don't uncover any way to end up.
And at times my own inculpability
catechizing me about my impeccability.
Whenever I see the mirror, I see a
pristine lad strolling through the
wilderness, and in the way, clasped by
the feral varmints that munch his body
fiercely.
Occasionally I learn, it is me in the
mirror, meanwhile, It seems
I m the mirror Or the mirror is me;
on occasion, I m fond of my reflection,
but meantime, the same reflection
appears like the vicious critter ambling
willy-nilly.
In the mirror,
Each reflection of me holds up some
burden, the verity embarking the purity
having been triturated in a desolate
nook of the realm,
Each bit of my body, still being nibbled
by the raucous creatures lying in wait to
wipe me out,
Each hair at times when in reflection
turns white and sometimes black;
and I don't have wrinkles but the
tyrannized celibacy has brought
wrinkles on my complexion,
my face has no narration, as sadness is
till hell freezes over, and euphoria is to
be exposed when
looking in the mirror ;
However, my corpselike look in the
mirror never let me snooze well.
wherefore I am the mirror,
the Mirror is me,
I see me in the mirror;
yet the reflection flaunts me the image
of my own mobocracy.
Hereinafter I finally ask the mirror
Tell me honestly
who am I?
what is my reality?
Is this true what you reveal to me
invariably?
Why was I born in a society where in
You, I m beholding my several
reflections but not one?
Oh Mirror, tell me honestly,
who am I?
©Adi Adnan
my countenance with your kohl eyes
maniacally questing my reflections
through the desert of sequestration,
and you couldn't excavate anything.
Who shall stand up and promulgate
you about my reflections?
In every regard, I shall embark to
apprise you around all my reflections
procuring I on and on, not letting me
slumber tranquilly.
Every so often I am enmeshed between
my own infancy and mellowness like
being in an ambivalence where I just
don't uncover any way to end up.
And at times my own inculpability
catechizing me about my impeccability.
Whenever I see the mirror, I see a
pristine lad strolling through the
wilderness, and in the way, clasped by
the feral varmints that munch his body
fiercely.
Occasionally I learn, it is me in the
mirror, meanwhile, It seems
I m the mirror Or the mirror is me;
on occasion, I m fond of my reflection,
but meantime, the same reflection
appears like the vicious critter ambling
willy-nilly.
In the mirror,
Each reflection of me holds up some
burden, the verity embarking the purity
having been triturated in a desolate
nook of the realm,
Each bit of my body, still being nibbled
by the raucous creatures lying in wait to
wipe me out,
Each hair at times when in reflection
turns white and sometimes black;
and I don't have wrinkles but the
tyrannized celibacy has brought
wrinkles on my complexion,
my face has no narration, as sadness is
till hell freezes over, and euphoria is to
be exposed when
looking in the mirror ;
However, my corpselike look in the
mirror never let me snooze well.
wherefore I am the mirror,
the Mirror is me,
I see me in the mirror;
yet the reflection flaunts me the image
of my own mobocracy.
Hereinafter I finally ask the mirror
Tell me honestly
who am I?
what is my reality?
Is this true what you reveal to me
invariably?
Why was I born in a society where in
You, I m beholding my several
reflections but not one?
Oh Mirror, tell me honestly,
who am I?
©Adi Adnan
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