(By- Dr. Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Associate Research
School of Women’s Studies
Faculty Council of Interdisciplinary Studies, Law and Management
Jadavpur University, Kolkata)
As I look and look, into small mirror;
Hanging Onto my window pane;
I find a profound happiness, sizzling all my sorrows.
I smile to her
And She smiles me back.
I wonder phantoms;
I am speechless;
I utter ‘hi’ to her,
She utters ‘hi’ back to me.
I talk to her through my mirror,
She talks me back through same again.
I give her by best pose;
And She give me back her best pose,
I am feeling beautiful through her.
I Hear applause from my inner consciousness;
I feel loved; I feel the crowd;
I wear tears of joy,
I feel young through her.
I sing and I dance to my utmost;
Through my mirror, I feel no compromise;
I carry no burden, I sail without border;
I fly higher; I float like a leaf;
I feel myself full of promises;
I know no one; I sail and no perimeter can compete.
I cry out my pains;
The pains of my incomplete love life;
And she holds me back the same pains, through my mirror.
She cries me back, through my mirror.
I console my inner being;
I whisper my problems; as if she carries away my worries.
I see my sufferings;
The sufferings of abusive words and incomplete tone of my unbalance life;
I see my burning desires;
The Desire of hunting other inner emotions;
Through my mirror, my void mirror.
I laugh loudly, and she laughs me back loudly;
I think I conquer world; I think I vanish from uncooperative humanity;
Alas! I know no boundary; I null my presence;
I know not, when to stop doing this;
I keep on seeing every single day;
Through my mirror, variant phantoms apart,
Oh! The thread, the mirror’s hanging thread;
Falling apart into two,
With this sudden gust of wind;
Broke the window pane;
Broke my mirror;
Down crack into pieces my mirror;
Down tear off my delusion;
I experience hallucination;
I appear like a sheet of phantasmagoria
I exits no more again, I am just a mirage of my dreams.
