Deceiving Mirror Eyes

through into the mirror world,

his eyes search for his lost reflection,

that he saw disappear, on the iris

of the reflection of his being,

he looks for it, shadowed by it,

finding his way, losing it

in the reverse reality, his fingers

deciphering the codes, on

the walls inverted, plains elevated,

blindingly searching for his self,

that resided in the wide expanse,

where lifeless lives drift into one,

and coalesce with each other,

into an amalgam of shadows,

he appraise them all but it was

not to be found, what he had come

looking for, and then he reaches a portal,

a door that leads to nowhere,

and on the other side, he finds it,

looking into his eyes astounded,

he stays put but it disappears

in the iris of reflection of his eyes,

he has gone and he has come by,

it is unknown what he is, what he was,

a material, now reflection,

reflecting back, disappearing in one,

and yet materializing in another, looking

for the eyes and the empty iris,

where he disappeared once


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Linking it up with:

1. Poets United Mid Week Motif- Mirror

2. Imaginary Garden Prompt: In the Eyes





my brown eyes,

you will be dazzled

and I will bear your weight because

as dark as I am, that is something I always do,


as dark as I am, that is something I always do,

you can judge me if you desire,

spurt me with wise words,

but look, see







find my

lost shadow

and you will see me

as I am without my white mask

and my scars will be on display just for you to view,


all my scars will be on display just for you to view,

the blotted marks of a known truth-

life is hard to live,

grasp this fact

once you




* Mine are brown but rather hollow; they don’t say anything. They remain mum.

** Fibonacci poetry (which I liked a lot once) for dVerse Form For All.

Complimenting Buson’s ”In the stillness”

in the stillness

between the arrival of guests

the peonies 


awaiting the sound of steps

eyes droop down under spring sun

* The haiku is written by Buson and the two following verses are my creation, complimenting Buson’s haiku. For Carpe Diem Tan Renga #6.

Sand Haiku

slipping away fast

its a temporary feast

grainy sands of time


scooping up some sand

each single grain stands apart

eyes squint against sun

* Written in reponse of Haiku Heights #262.