I Shouldn'T Have Looked Into You
I still remember the day -
first time she looked into me.
She was quite a beguiling beauty
enriched with miracles of nature.
Within a single look, a connection
was developed between us
as I was quite a charmer myself.
I enjoyed her company very much
as she frolicked in front of me
for hours with a blink of an interval
every now and then.
She was at the prime of her youth
and she knew how to draw attention
as if that was her only joy
to be the center of attraction.
She was always seeking opportunities
to exhibit her lovely self.
Soirees and celebrations were her life.
Soon after marriage
and giving birth to three children,
she drastically changed.
Most of the time she was worried
about getting old,
afraid of losing her luster
and she blamed me for it.
Her eyes would widen with rage
and dissatisfaction as she looked at me.
She started to spend a lot of money,
effort and time to regain
her youthful look with cosmetics.
Even the layers of make-up
didn't make her happy.
Her obsession to be eternally young
made her do a lot of strange things.
By the time she was fifty,
she lost her sanity.
One day out of disgust
she thwacked me down the wall.
Years of loyal service
and this is how she paid me back
by shattering me into pieces.
You see being a mirror,
I was only doing my job
by projecting her true reflection.
I'm not good with illusions at all.
It was her who couldn't help herself
accepting reality and nature's course.
Before I was dumped in the garbage,
her last words to me were -
"I shouldn't have looked into you."
04/21/2018
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