With her I laugh,
Shed my fears
Shrug them off
Like an itchy cardigan too old for wear.With him I smile,
That prim and proper glance
Which won’t betray
The scorn I feel on my soul like a cheese greater.
With them I chuckle,
That social nicety
Which is found in tea parties
With nothing to protect us
From the discomfort of intolerable company.
With us I cry,
For you’re the one soul
That knows every inch of naked fear
Every grain of inadequacy
That makes us one.
For you are me
And I am you
– The reflection in the mirror.
-Shailaja, 2015
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Beautifully said Shailaja for where are we truly naked than with our own reflections?
I can relate to the each of the lines. The reflection telling me my inadequacies and fears and also reflecting with me on the times when I believed I wont be able to sustain long but looking back it feels like previous life. And then the tears stop flowing waiting to get wiped.
Hugs, Anamika. It does seem like nothing goes our way at times, doesn’t it? But our inadequacies can only cripple us if we let them. Let’s rise above them. Today 🙂
Lovely lines, Shailaja. I could see myself somewhere in the poem.
I mirror what Vinitha said 🙂
Thanks Sid 🙂 I somehow felt you would identify with this.
Thank you so much, Vinitha!