Mirrors

We are only broken pieces

Of self love and desire,

Wandering across life like nomads

Dragging emotional baggages of

Hurt and betrayal

With rose-tinted glasses

Mounted on top of our frail egos.

We see nothing

But the distorted reflections

Of our deepest truths

Camouflaged in the workings of the world,

Conveniently tricking us

To plunge into dark holes with no end.

We are only travellers

In search of a home

Far away from our conscience;

Living amidst the indulgences

Of our everyday cravings

And yet, seeking

The faraway star that’s out of our reach.

We are nothing but the fragments of our

Own imagination, dying to live lives

Fabricated by fairy tales that do not exist,

While burying our own dreams

Deep inside those

Bottomless pits.