A stranger stares at me
Whenever I look at the mirror
A school girl with two pigtails
A college goer
A trekker
A writer
Stranger takes many forms
All forms seem
Like a figment of imagination
The mirror itself has gone missing
The images are stuck in my head
My self tries to time travel
I climb the hills
But I go out of breath
The pigtails are gone too
A writer perhaps still thrives
Who will keep record
Of all these strangers?
They grew up with me
And then abandoned me
Or maybe I abandoned them
It’s not just them or me
The world has become a stranger too
Victims have turned perpetrators
Little children no longer grow old
To stare at the mirror
To remember their many strange selves
As we go further to discover
Ever expanding edges of the Universe
We seem to be collapsing
Just like those stars running out of hydrogen
We are made of star dust after all
Stars taught us to go nuclear perhaps
Just like a habitat with prey and predators
We continue to live in a concrete jungle
Though roles get reversed in every epoch
Predators become prey
Hunted turn into hunters
How long will it take for us
To be humans?
Mirror has no answers
My many selves and versions
Collapse into one too
The one that is trapped
Behind the mirror or screen perhaps
A virtual self…a stranger
Stares back at me!!
Mad Decadence 