The person in the mirror....

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Muffled screams amidst
deafening silence,
The world around spins
zooms in and out of the fog dense.
Struggling eyes looking,
searching for some hope.
The noose only tightens,
weapon being a silken rope.
Who do I call out to,
do you hear me friend?
Gasping for my last few breaths
as the rope nears my end.
I want to turn around,
to face the killer, I think
who could it be, remember,
behind stands the mirror!

Comments

  1. Jidhu JoseFebruary 15, 2012 at 4:22 PM

    nice poem

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  2. Jen..The Butterfly EffectFebruary 15, 2012 at 4:32 PM

    Well written!! A feeling of serene fills my mind amidst all the pandemonium!!

    :)

    Your new follower :)!!

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    1. UpasanaFebruary 17, 2012 at 9:42 AM

      :-)Thank you for your lovely comment!

      Welcome here Jen!

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  3. Mohit UdhwaniFebruary 15, 2012 at 5:24 PM

    Nice poem.
    Deep meaning.
    :)

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  4. ShreyaFebruary 15, 2012 at 6:05 PM

    Wow...i love the ending. Nice poem!!

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  5. KunalFebruary 15, 2012 at 6:37 PM

    If I understand it correctly, then the rope which is tightening is held by none other than we ourselves here and we are getting choked by our own troubles and problems. Its us, ourselves, with whom we want freedom from. :)

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  6. Madhav MishraFebruary 15, 2012 at 7:22 PM

    yaar ye poem meri samajh hi nahin aate :( bade chote se hi problem hai, badi gaaliyan suni hai english classes mein

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    1. UpasanaFebruary 17, 2012 at 9:43 AM

      Koi baat nahi! Read Kunal's interpretation, he got it perfectly! :-)

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  7. FatsoFebruary 16, 2012 at 2:38 PM

    wow... loved the read.. flow was quite balanced..

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    1. UpasanaFebruary 17, 2012 at 9:44 AM

      Thank you Fatso! I see you are new to blogging, I hope you enjoy it!

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  8. Saru SinghalFebruary 17, 2012 at 10:19 AM

    Quite a classic. Even I will be posting something on a classic note soon...You used the word 'amidst' in the first line and I used it in 3rd last I think.

    Beautiful, like the new look of your blog...:)

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  9. Vishal KatariaFebruary 17, 2012 at 12:31 PM

    Lovely way of putting forth a fact.

    Nice message to spread...

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  10. RajaFebruary 18, 2012 at 1:44 AM

    I think you r heading toward wrong direction.. this is a bad post :)

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    1. UpasanaFebruary 20, 2012 at 12:35 PM

      At the risk of sounding defensive, I think you haven't got the meaning of the poem completely correctly! Nonetheless, i accept your opinion1

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  11. Sachin 99 Centuries PicsFebruary 29, 2012 at 11:45 AM

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  12. Shilpi DuttaMarch 16, 2012 at 11:31 PM

    A good symbolism.Great poem!

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