Sunday, July 22, 2007

Existence


My mirror has gone mad.
It throws weird images at me.
In the past
It was sensible.
Once an angel
Once a witch
But always
One image at a time.
Now
There are silent screams
Thrown at my feet
Like empty oyster shells.
Once I caught
A pretty wine glass
Before it caught my eye.
Later
There were faded violets.
Today I was shocked.
It was an egg
Fidgeting in blood
Like a fish out of water.
I swear, it contracted
Like a heart.
Gory, terrifying
It spit out a sperm
and died.
An empty red plastic bag
Horror!
I tremble.....
Before I collapse
I throw my mad mirror
Out through the window
Down to the streets.
I killed it.



Untitled poem is by Nandita K.S. from 'Nanditayude Kavithakal' 2002

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