Mirror Mirror On The Wall

I talk to him
hanging at the wall
alone, when all life sleeps
I look into his eyes
and ask
in Silence
he understands
no words
neither voices he needs
I peep into
he says you are pretty
just to make me happy
I tilt my face
and he fondles with love
and pats my back
comforting my loss
as my tears
trace the history
he teases me
with tempting jokes
I look into
into the mirror
and sleep into
the soothing lies.

by lalitha iyer

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