Since long, I identified myself
Through what we know as 'The mirror'
The tool that reflected to me
What the world sees of me.

 When I frown- It frowns too
It blinks, when I do
For sure it captures not only my face
But my emotions too.

 But the images get lost
With moments that pass
The mirror that I just painted with my emotions
Irritably, shows up next time as sparkling clean glass.

 I grow suspicious
Who cleans the surface so quick? Who restores that enviable gloss?
Or Maybe, the mirror suffers from that dreaded disease
That people call- short term memory loss.

 Determined- that not a moment I want to forget
Of this beautiful life
I start to capture me- Myself
I pick a pen and begin to write.

 I paint words on paper
With colors from my life
Some light shades of tranquility
Some dark ones of strife.

 Through words, I dive
Deep within my soul
Extracting essence of my existence
My purpose, my goal.

 Thus, in poetry I reflect- images of my being
Sometimes elaborate, sometimes terse
Rendering permanence to what is transitory
Through a thoughtfully crafted verse.