Stop and Stare

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Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

when you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

Stop and stare

At the water

Is it as blue as

When you first dipped

Your hands into the colour?

 

The water filled with despair

Singing the old song

Waving in the rhythm

To show the denial

Of the discolouration.

 

Stop and stare

At the eccentric world

Are they as epic as

The centric ones.

 

Running from the limelight

To cool down

The guilt inside

Craving to be candid

With the leisures of life!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Personal photo taken by me in Mumbai, staring and imagning the world around!