Confined in a room,
In front of a window
Lost in a world,

Although abject darkness prevailing,
Still illuminated with candles burning..

Head down, mind charged
Equanimity there, beating heart…
What else;
Reflections from your side of mine..

Silent atmosphere, clamor curiosities
Conflagration spreading in my mind
Thinking it to be ephemeral..

No rainbow, No colors
Just a condensed image
Deep inside the mirror
Inside an astral window .

Watching it alive
Rising and stepping softly
Along the dim corner of my life .

What I was?
A pariah or a philanthropist .
An optimist or a pessimist .

You reflected what was real,
What I felt, was unreal .

You reflected, My past was nothing;
But just a picture
Framed with wood
Painted with fog
Just like you..

No matter, no consideration
We change our minds
Our souls, our bodies .

But you are immortal
Still on the wall
Bearing different  seasons
Lonely reflecting with your glass
My pictures, my memories..

Within the astral window
True reflections, true life…