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the cracked mirror

The mirror is cracked!
it's just a small crack,
just a silvery gray line..
the images are still clear
the reflection undistorted.

a countless times i have
looked in it, and
even today the
image i see is the same.

the mirror is cracked,
but it's just a small crack,
in the corner,
so why am i bothered?

if only the mirror was broken..
i would have put
the pieces back together..
the jagged shards of glass
would have cut my fingers.
with bleeding fingers i
would have glued my mirror back.
the images would then,
no longer have been clear,
the reflection would surely
have been distorted..
but piece by piece i
would have put my mirror back together..

ALAS!!the mirror is CRACKED,
not broken.
nothing has changed
and yet ,for me,
everything has changed-
and the saddest part is-
'u cant repair a crack'.



this poem in many ways speaks of human relation ships gone awry,
relationships where ppl have drifted apart.things have changed .but the change is so subtle and seemingly insignificant that it is just a crack..which few can see.
nothing has changed the relationship is still'functional' .it is not broken just cracked..

i leave with a question ..is it better for the mirror to break or live with the crack?

Comments

Akshay said…
Using another analogy, the skin can also get cracked and broken..but while the cracked skin heals n becomes as good as new in a few days, the broken skin always heals with a scar..so it all really depends on whether the relationship is like the skin or the mirror, doesnt it?..
kintu said…
It reminds me of my young days, when"KwikFix" was first introduced.
The advertisements says " KwikFix can join every thing except Broken heart".
Parag said…
relationships or Mirrors... Better clean than cracked... Cracked relationships always end up showing the ugly face sometime or the other... Better get a mirror... the one thats pretty and clean.. ;)
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