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Daipayan Nair Jan 2017
The mirror in my bedroom
is a ruthless killer
It kills without any remorse
chopping you in half,
in the blink of an eye.
Then it's even more visible
as a carefree psychotic
peeling the skin,
keeping for itself,
feeding on the flesh and blood
and storing them too
only to curtain the act & fact
by snatching the dead bones
freeing you at its will
with a plan
which is the most horrific.

And it doesn't stop there.
It further creates a new person
out of your death
thus, trapping your remnant soul forever
It's just the beginning.
Then, it starts killing a death
forever.
Daipayan Nair Dec 2016
The 'me' in me
holds your hand
as the lights give way

to some emotions
pinned. Minute.

No. Gigantic. The eye sees
and so it can't see.

I see the 'space' in you. Can I
book a spot? I fumble

'I can see it too

That's the reason, you point
towards

the pole star'

— The End —