I stood in front of the mirror today.
I stood there for hours,
Patiently waiting for the recognition to kick in,
To feel the familiarity of my own skin.
But the more I stared,
The most detached I felt.
So I raised one of my hand
Just for the reflection to do the same
I couldn't be me
For I've never seen something so soulless
So detached and so hopeless.
Yet, every time I move
The image on the mirror moves nevertheless.
I couldn't recognise those void of eyes
When they used to be filled with hope and wonder.
I couldn't recognise that soulless stare
When it used to be filled with love and life.
So I stared at the mirror when the clock struck three.
I stared at the mirror when the clock struck five.
I stared in the mirror only to realise
That I was the one who killed her alive
- Nandhika Vardhini
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Fall
PoetryThe beauty of the world is in the way we see it. Happiness is how much we celebrate it. Here is a collection of poems that I have written in different occasions. I hope you guys enjoy it. Nandhika Vardhini
