Smokes and mirrors

Every entity that meets

Clues to my mirror

Or sometimes they leave

adding smoke

Naive, I get closer

Seeking of a definitive in the infinite

this time it’s a mirror, I concluded

Or it could leave me dilluded

Faces are disappearing slowly

I am rising above mirror and smoke

There’s no empathy in the reflection

There’s no familiarity in the smoke

Every person I meet

I greet them with apprehension now

Will I get a chance to choose

What will I learn about myself

Something I can unlearn

If not where will I have lost that part

That part that seems to look for the fire in me

And only found smoke

Poet and counsellor Rupika Moitra