It slipped
The mirror
Through my hands
And shattered
Into many pieces
To become a painful
Show of glass and dust.
It was a fine mirror
That reflected my face
And rainbows underwater.
Now it is broken
Broken completely.
I tried to make it perfect,
Covering it with my
Love and dreams.
I don't know how it fell
From my hands and broken
To colourlessness.
No reflection
NO VIBGYOR
No frameworks.
But it reflects
My too many faces
Curved, concave
Plain and dusty
Love, hate, contempt
Disgust and trust.
But at some angles
It does reflect
A ray of hope