After all these decades, I look into a looking glass…: A poem 

I peep into the looking glass 

And a world peeks back at me through it… 

A world slipping away 

And I say that is just as if it was every single day 

How it is getting more painful, all the way 

And does my reflection listen, if it may 

I think of you in the sunlight 

And I see so many shadows fight 

So many emotions moving in and out of sight 

And I turn my back on my reflection 

to entertain avoiding the pain 

But I did not turn my back on you in all the storm and rain 

even if all my travails were in vain 

I lived my life poking at the joke, 

like all the hardship was only half a glass of Coke 

I think, I took so much time before I spoke 

And you know, when you came, it was already afternoon….when my destiny awoke 

Should I say, it is now autumn, and autumn is only grey 

I’m not even thinking that we’ll leave this for another birth, another Day 

I see Dad like a picture, as if it were only the last of May 

And Mum whispering, that time is just dissipating clay 

I’m not holding against the bitterness betrayal anymore, to the hemlock ale 

That all that treachery leaves the warrior to no avail 

I am certain my life, my soul has never been/ will never be  on sale 

Pain is like an incessant hale; but I am simply not going to send my enemies olive branches of forgiveness in the mail!

I thought there was too much intimidation for my intrepidity 

And I confess I did look at my incessant duty, integrity, humility, sublimity with both anger and equanimity 

How patience and restraint (you espoused for me) just seem like a useless verity… 

a vestibule that is without any interiority or exteriority! 

Because of you, love, my war was not like an extremity 

Like I took my steps back as I took my steps forward 

So many righteous kindred heads fell as a result; not just John Howard! 

I lived without hobnobbing – like a deliberate hobgoblin; did you all think it was simply untoward?!  

The Wishmaster’s wanton wicked waylay caused my walk in such peril 

They blamed, shamed and punished me when I was not the mischief 

I was only destiny’s humongous redemptive handkerchief 

You know I thought the choice of devolving from one evil to another evil was no choice at all 

Especially, when they pretended to be enemies of each other only to deceive; and actually, clandestinely joined forces against me!  

It was I who was being burgled, and yet, they called me the thief 

If you think all this could have caused my subjection like a falling leaf 

But bravery is a fortress where you don’t fear 

You all must know that my grief was not an exhilarating Ferris wheel, even if I didn’t shed a tear! 

After all this ignominy, I am, yet, at peace with myself, even if there is nothing left to cheer!