Empty Mirror
About This Poem: The poem is a close observation and experience presented into words of what is it to be an Introvert-what mostly of us are as kids.
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Empty Mirror
He queried, he asked but no was on the end,
He imagined his spouse, parent and friends
What he imagined as answers were only the thoughts
He had in mind; clearly it’s an answer with dead end
With time questions outnumbered, evolved and bent
Questions related to life, deaths and some other he meant
And some related to emotions, problems for what he had his spouse
Though he was only a teen, but in his own future life was
keen
The imagination was endless, for times indeed with a kink
But one character for all situations didn’t had to sync
Some were created, some were real, didn’t had its brink
According to him
For solutions, he didn’t need a scientist but 'a beloved special link'
Whenever he felt back, he imagined his friend and the love,
To ask- how was he wrong from his end?
As only empty were the answer, a silence quite sentenced
Quite unsatisfied, the Quite that he did not desire
In real, neither he had that good friends nor a sapphire (here, the love)
That’s why he had this imagery world of his own, and was all
alone
With empty and dark spots that a real one could only fill up
Though he always saw himself the perfect guy in the empty mirror
Of course, the dream based on tiny reflections of what’s
real
In real he wasn’t intellectual with his parents,
Those sort of
interactions with them were quite mere
According to him, his parents were only for his sibling
He believed if he even had that claim,
he couldn’t discuss
his thoughts with them
No, they were supportive, they might accept his lames
but with time he just inflated
that bubble around him
That bubble,
A sphere of his own world
In which he was highly indulged
He never made those big desires
Or,
He never he stated them
Why so?
Cause his desires, he tried filling in the empty
mirror
It’s only the reason his mirror remained empty, incomplete
The mirror he never actually required, causing him to deplete
That reflective glass begin to even manipulate his real life
Practically, it was an intense waste of time
He never could speak up his points, whether right or wrong
He had the guts but the words used to stutter in his throat
And if he wouldn’t mute at those moments, he’d shred tears
He own didn’t know the reason,
Why he used to feel a chocking pressure from rear?
At points when he used to be right but couldn’t prove
himself
The frustration was piled up, with time quite evaporated
Till now some of it existing in the deepest corners
He had improved over years,
but still not the perfect
His anger was a 'Gordian knot' of its own
Which harmed him only, no one was effected, and no one
gonged
Till now improving to something,
to what is better for him every jiff
He realized and started bursting that bubble which enough
longed
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-Vyom Singh
Rajpoot
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Happy Children's Day!
to all the children present in us somewhere lost in the corners which needs to be revived! to be blatantly bold and freed!
The Tale Behind This: 'Empty Mirror', a poem I had written to not just describe a very relatable mal-feature of our lives -bieng an Introvert, which once I have had been too, what we mostly are as kids. when I had this closed life equated in this narrow latent Bubble around me, about which I had even mentioned in my earlier post:- https://vsrpoetry.blogspot.com/2022/09/the-life-at-beach.html. This poem also makes me remember about my past of how I wasted time just by over-imagining and thinking instead of working on myself. how I evolved out of it to what I am now and what I am known for...
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