REFLECTIONS

They said it was a new world out there,

Gigantic buildings with polished glass ware,

All I saw was thousands of mirrors

Each with reflection similar to mine

Souls trapped, spirits locked,

Colorful chains, "tags " they were called.

My eyes searched and scanned,

Through billions of lifeless eyes everyday,

For a moment of originality that encompasses copies.

Suddenly I notice a pair of eyes,

Just gleaming enough to be saved

I walk towards it,

Strangely enough, it doesn't flinch,

Or blink. Oh, how I secretly wished it did.

I walk faster, pacing again

The crowd has begun metastasizing,

Heads blocking the view,

I run,

Run and run,

The distance seems a illusion now.

Stop I tell myself, there is no one there,

But the heart refuses to believe,

I run again,

Getting closer now

I see it, more vividly , the glare turning ferocious with every step.

Those eyes, they want to be free,

I am close now

I run faster,

Faster

And stop.

There it stands.

Right in front me, a figure materializing

The iris dilates,

To capture every bit of the image,

I see her, standing rather notoriously

Now smirking

I raise my hands to touch her,

She laughs, as my hands glides over the surface of the mirror.

in her perspective