Reflection Lost In The Mirror…

My mirror got fed up looking at the stereotype face,
The face so unfinished leaving no more surprises.
All the dreams starting in the dark night,
Ends up during the bright day light.
Awake and silent…I like to see something nice,
Things that we together dreamed more clear and defined.
I wish I could give mirror a piece that it is missing in it,
To reflect the picture and an image more clear and vivid.
A picture more clear a painting more meaningful in life,
Whispers of time reminds of my disguising radiance,
The rays of the divine light will reflect my face into my mind for this change…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag