Vineetha Mekkoth writes

A shard tale

The face in the mirror is a stranger
It smiles back at me mocking
As I strike at it
Wanting to wipe off its
All-knowing smirk
My hand bleeds from the shards
And still the mocking smile
Reflects in the million pieces
Complacent in its immortality
Joyful in its survival
Dazed, I wonder at the blindness
Of it
The insanity has spread
I realise.












Broken Mirror -- Art Amino