Us and Mirror

By Arpita Singh

Us

Sometimes I want to destroy the beautiful things,
Rip ‘em open and bare ‘em wide,
Demystify the world’s truth as a lot has not been seen,
Me and you, we have been unseen for so long,
We are breathing fire today, as oxygen has been destroyed,
No human has survived the annihilation,
Yet, we are here, looking at each other waiting for death to strike,
Alas, the death has not come yet,
We have started to live off each other’s existence,
Falling to the devil’s grace, 
We hesitated, we fell, but we did not exist.
No longer were we known or loved,
All we had was the hold of closure and waiting for all to end. 

Mirror

Is it me or my image,
The love or the suffering,
That looks back at me,
From the rectangular structure,
It stares,
While I stare back at it,
It cries at me and laughs,
When I do the same.
Is it just a reflection,
Or a different world,
Where everything is just as it is here.
Does it even make sense,
The existence of two equally same circumstances,
And people,
And behaviours,
But would it have made sense,
If we could never see ourselves,
And identify,
The pores, the beauty spots,
Or the realities of our own,
And our existence.

Arpita Singh is a student of psychology who observes people and wonders what they might be thinking. She creates poems and stories out of the deepest corners of people’s consciousness. She will be a counsellor but also wants to be a writer. She yearns to travel the world. She is multilingual and wants to learn as many languages as she can to write stories or poems in those languages.