By Parii Jain
Looking at the mirror
Seeing those unknown eyes,
All I could get was a feeling of terror
And all I could hear were demolished cries,
It was all in my head, all in my head
But was it the path I led?
Pink lips and brown eyes which
Were stained with blood,
Looked like mine but was a glitch
And was followed by a flood,
Of blood, sweat and tears
And triggered once again all my fears.
I touched my face and the blood was gone
But I turned back to the mirror and there it was,
I woke up straight after dawn
Wondering was last night a dream or one of my flaws,
Indeed it was an episode
The soul in me beginning to explode.
I found myself consoling my reflection
Waiting for this to stop, and perished,
Now here I am, like an abandoned tree
In the middle of an empty forest,
Envisioning all my leaves bidding farewell
And my spirit too, away from this spell.