Your shocked face I saw
In the mirror,
As you stabbed me
In the back of my heart;
In the mirror of your eyes
I saw my face twisted
In a smile no different from everyday,
And though you sought desperately
The question in my eyes:
“Does one really know anyone?”
The only question reflected
In the mirror of my eyes was:
“Does one really know oneself?”
And that meant there was
Nothing to forgive

I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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2 comments on “Mirror
  1. Natalie Swift says:

    This was such a beautiful piece! ❤
    Such a thought-provoking idea, expressed so eloquently…

  2. tejaswini mathad says:

    Hey, I had no idea that I had subscribed to your blog.  It comes as a pleasant surprise.  Thank you.  Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android

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