ShacklED

Gosh came the wind
Shivering cool blows
The tent in the grip
Of sudden standstorm
Advancing to the lavatories
With shaken legs
Put eyes on the mirror
A hush of smoke is seen

Is it me or mah soul -
Or just an illusion?
Rubbing the eyes again
Tried to clean the glass
With both hands
There's no fog either
The portrait remains same
So it's beyond illusion
It's nothing but reality

Tried to look at the reflection
and thus prove it's not mine
But how, then whom
Am I supernatural
Laughing out at own thoughts
I started talking staring at mirror
The more I talk, the smoke rekindles
Hard punch on the mirror
And the pain starts...
Awakening me from my dreams

What a Nightmare !