Mirror Mirror

When all the pretences and masks fall,
Making way for the only true call,
and sense glides in to evoke,
A sense of losing what all was sure.

Shaking another's will and well being,
To make way for one's own bearing,
Shattering someone's desire and hope,
To make a safe abode for you to mope.

May thee get to see a mirror soon,
And find a place in this gathering gloom,
But then maybe there is a fixed mask too,
Which will not even come off to your ownself.

What could be worse than not knowing oneself,
Pity the ones who never get to meet themselves,
The ones who get lost in their own webs of words,
That coming out of it alive is often not possible in this world.

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