The reflection

Geetha Munnurcode
                                     

I looked at your illuminated face

Expectantly

To be admired and accepted. But….

Unwinding my thirsted speculations

You chose to drive me in, to absorb me

And the classic shape lines of my features…..

All the fineries of my soul and spirit……

Then swallowed all of me.

In an irrevocable instinct, I realize

My senses are swirling round to bouts of fits……

In the reflection……..

Against the hawk like face,

The eagle beak nose

And the jutting chin

Smiling dourly the crinkled lips
The sour eyes admonishing…..

Alas! In a moment’s scintillation
I could bounce at you, I am fortunate
That even on the peak of mounting agony
I could stamp and stab you
Yes, I’ve recovered myself
From the festooned cage!