HE, unhurried and late; sluggish, deliberate steps lead not to a door
A wanderer lost in his own quest of life, solitary, unfazed and resplendent
Would it take a miracle to break his voyage and unfasten his thoughts
Or would it take a privilege of shepherding him on his journey
Perhaps one would be able to unravel this conundrum of providence
By simply gazing deep into the inward eye of the man in the mirror
HE, joyful and unmindful; pathless footprints contentedly spread in a maze
A nomad who does not trespass or infringe but meanders in his own space
What vision would his mind enthrall and anticipate in return then
Or what would one unearth once his soul is bared to the core
What obscurity would unfurl from beneath the cobwebs of illusion
Once removed from the reflection of the man in the mirror
© Jheelaf Parimu
September 15, 2013
