Breaking Mirrors

I watch with disbelief

Unidentifiable pieces

Of a splintered self

Mock and challenge

Like ten heads of Raavan

Never at peace

With each other

I search for the base

On which rest

Pieces of a damaged psyche

Re-engineering too

Needs a logic

In the face of bullets

Flying from all sides

I redefine the self

But the logic shifts

Every time

I try to justify the stance

Of a particular piece

I break the mirror

Let battles rage

Peace is something I fear

It will reveal fallibility

Of a thought process

I take pride in

It will take away

My guns pointed at others

The power I revel in

Harmony scares

Enemies might come together

To wage new battles again

Compelling a new stance

A justification dance

As accusations

Continue to rain

I’ll break the mirror

Many more times