My First Broken Lines

I was sitting all content, when a broken piece of mirror was thrown my way…
The shards scatter all around me…
A slice on moonlight falls on a thin piece from the window… the only source of light in this room that is –
The same moonlight in which we bathed together once, remember?

And now that very streak of light tears me apart… that had nurtured us once…

The mirror… in which I can’t recognize myself anymore…
Scattered around, the pieces, I pick them up…

One by one…

Put them in place…

Yes, I do manage them into one whole…
I’m exhilarated, emancipated… Yes!
And then… I look at the pieces put together…
I see it… now I do…

Myself in the labyrinth of a puzzle… I scatter them, arrange them, scatter them, arrange them…
Oh the rays are now moving away… fast… fast… hither… thither…
My fingers fiddle around frantically… the shards moving restlessly, cutting across my fingers…
As if they’ve a life of their own!

I have to figure out, I have to…!
Oh yes… I think I’m almost there…
I can see the picture now…

Wait.

Can I…? ……

The moon has set,
The shards have spread,
The room is now dark and grim,
Blind, I put a step forward and a piece of the faceless mirror enters my skin.

Ah… I’m bleeding now…
There’s no pain, no light,
Nice and easy… let it flow down now…
Flow to that River that witnessed our innocence blossom
My life blood will be buried in Her womb…
Preserved and secure.

I couldn’t collate the mirror to reflect what I wanted to see,
What was it again? – A Question. This is how it is to be.

I lay my bleeding hands outside the window…
Trying to grasp with my bleeding palm the last rays of that receding moonlight…
Will it stick to me? Will it show? The last flicker of light in my being?

Nothing….
Nothing but a faint sound.

The sound of my blood dripping against a pair of eyes profound…
Eyes I could not live for, have finally become worth dying for.