BEHIND THE MIRROR
What goes on there, everyday
Behind that rock hard illusion?
There where light's lisping ray
Becomes a catastrophic intrusion.
Who are those whose liquid lives
Lie hidden from the blare of yellow bulbs?
The ones whose steaming whispers rise
To their deaths as the tall shadow engulfs.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
You who blithely speak to all
Turn around, slowly, turn around
To pose before the diminished sound.
A nail scratch on mercury lets out
The secret life of one who is never about
Listen, listen well, and see what you can
Of this spasmodic reel of a life, that also ran
A secret world, it hardly ever is
Yet, much submerged and concealed
Like the dark matter that lives
In this universe, unlearned unrevealed.
Sometimes during a wakeful night
The mirror creaks and turns around
An opposite world, eating light
Feels about for the touch of sound
Then my flesh contracts, my mind expands
And, I move mirror wards on clammy hands
I see you and them swimming in the mirror's jaw
Then, my soul unscrews itself to kiss that liquid maw.
(C) Rumjhum Biswas 2006
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