Mirror, mirror now tell me what you see?

Oceans and scenes all lay old to my naked eyes
They could see it too,
I want a brevity of what you really want to show.

I hear you talk of orange ponds and violet winds,
Some blue grass
And anonymous flowers blooming grins

And you say the world is parallel to its self
And the shades of galaxies go imitating away.

The antiphons are sung in universe above and not a vaccum syllable like us

You told me once that animals can talk and islands can doodle
The sketch of love upon peninsula nearby.

These tremors and aftershocks are just akin to the aftermath of break ups that tectonics went through ages ago

You speak alot yet go unheard.
The tiny thing is you inact the inactivity of them
And become dumb when asked to say.

Rest I know, even when we go, our reflections stay

And they go void understanding you when you stand in different frames.

Mocking at the world imitating them and yet they spend there ages before you.

© Jaya_Chaudhary