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Krishna Mehra Jun 2018
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…
#imagination#love
Krishna Mehra May 2018
A mirror to a mirror
Filled with inner reflections
Like a sun to a moon
Scoured with love.

Floating around the corners of the hall
Are those silent confabulations
That echoes even when emotions dissolve
Draping that pain
Absorbing that amorousness
Embracing that silence

As each night sinks in the cradle of sunshine
I would be reborn a phoenix
And will arise from the ashes of your love..
About the thoughts that grip our spine when we think about love and memories together.

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