A reciprocator
An imagor
A replicator
All assumed to be synonyms of mirror
But does it truly accomplishes
What its name pitches
Or is it only a reciprocator of wishes
That shows an illusion of vicious wish stiches
If i come to know now ,
What it has shown me is just an illusion
An illusion of myself , an illusion of my sorrows and fun
What if whatever i had seen is hoax
And reality has been kept away by this vicious hoaxer
What if throughout my life
I had seen me , but not me
Seen only a mirage of what mirror made of me
The fear gnaws me
Can it possible be
That what i percieve of myself to be
Am i really that what i see
It seldom feels like a banjara lost in vast illusionary desert
Who constantly sees water
But at last acquainted with mirage
A delight which is nothing but facade
But in all this i facade what i can ascertain is,
Certainly, Illusion it is
But illusion it may be
