The Mirror

My bedroom mirror suddenly broke open tonight I stared at it aghast; it spilled all my past Images rolled on- how I fought with my young sister In our childhood; how I hated her for being my parents’ darling A dilapidated doll, its head severed The incessant teardrops of her- how I felt an inner elation Images again; I grabbed the innocent lover-boy by his neck Fists and punches – his blood-stained stare I liked it, because he dared to love my teenaged sister I was in my teens too, and secretly made passes at some of her friends But my sister having a boyfriend- that was different A slashed wrist, a gaping face; two writhing bodies of my parents A prosaic funeral, a teenage girl laid inside the ground Has she ever found peace? I am not sure Being her brother I must have done the right thing 31.08.2014