I and the mirror

The mirror told me
I was right, I was right

I clapped and sang and danced at night'
I cried with a wired head, slept with my open eyes
I still imagined -I was right, I was right,
I saw it, felt it, touched it right
The mystery, the craving was quite so tight
I jumped in joy, I was right..

A graph so strange, the peaks were bad,
what was wrong ? I asked 'am I mad'
No no no, I thought I was right,
what went wrong , I just cried and cried,
The highs, the lows and the no and no-
where was the smile and the yes and the snow?

I looked so calm but I burnt in time,
what was that I thought was not really mine?
Is there nothing in the world that you call
it's yours...the air, the love the pain and the sorrow?
I shall be right I told my heart,
I shall be wrong only when I want!

A promise was made, a pact was signed
who was the one who made a beast of a sweetheart?
It happened again and it always does..
right becomes wrong and a trap is formed
But the sweetheart is sweet at heart as I always am,
with a weightiness in soul, I desire to be right,
I live in my moments, fly as I want,
there is no more a turbulent western wind,
I have to fight.

Happiness is not a sin!
Mirror I say, its all right.

© Kalpita Rashmi. All rights reserved, 8 hours ago