The mirror is a story
Of a body with smooth scars
So it appears on smooth glass

The mirror is a story
Of a mind to remind man
Of his thoughts unforeseen

The mirror is a story
Of an heart of darkness
And the give and take of kamar

The mirror is a story
Of beauty and ugliness
For those with eyes to see

The mirror is a story
Of our past and our now
And of those lies we lie  

The mirror is a story
Of those who dine
At the corner of lost glory

The mirror is a story
Of a skeletally written matter
With an opportunity to wear death

©kuvar_

Today I saw them
With heavy loads of favored wood pulps  
Weighing them down to the earth
The deceased might of their gods  
Pushing hard to open the library door
Today I saw them
Protocols mechanizes their existence
Sniffing the dust as they walk
In-between lines of old forsaken books
Gently touching the back covers
Today I saw them
As their feet march in accordance
Empty Buckets of sands to quench fire
They’ve come for the obituary of dead men
Reading their books to their ears  
Today I saw them
The chirping birds that made it in
Build a nest with tattered fluffy cottons
Chirping in slumbering pitch
A Lullaby to this already sleeping generation
Today I saw them

It made a Father a Woman  
It made a Mother a man
O death!
How unfortunate you are  
A winner of those who race in flesh
Doesn’t the soul mock you yet ?
©kuvar_

Dear self
You can’t find yourself
On another man’s shelf
Said the bookshelf