Deceiving Mirror Eyes

through into the mirror world,

his eyes search for his lost reflection,

that he saw disappear, on the iris

of the reflection of his being,

he looks for it, shadowed by it,

finding his way, losing it

in the reverse reality, his fingers

deciphering the codes, on

the walls inverted, plains elevated,

blindingly searching for his self,

that resided in the wide expanse,

where lifeless lives drift into one,

and coalesce with each other,

into an amalgam of shadows,

he appraise them all but it was

not to be found, what he had come

looking for, and then he reaches a portal,

a door that leads to nowhere,

and on the other side, he finds it,

looking into his eyes astounded,

he stays put but it disappears

in the iris of reflection of his eyes,

he has gone and he has come by,

it is unknown what he is, what he was,

a material, now reflection,

reflecting back, disappearing in one,

and yet materializing in another, looking

for the eyes and the empty iris,

where he disappeared once

.

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Linking it up with:

1. Poets United Mid Week Motif- Mirror

2. Imaginary Garden Prompt: In the Eyes

Painting: A 100 Word Story

“Attention!”

Bright sunlight pierced his eyes as he stepped into the fine painting and heard a loud baritone, “Attention!”

He looked around to find out the place of origin of the deep voice. But there was nobody around nearby, except for a guard standing alert with a rifle facing upwards, held in his palms; his face impassive, devoid of any emotions and his dark eyes sparkling.

There were people at a distance but he was sure nobody could see him and the still life beside him.

“What are you looking at?” spoke someone from behind.

He returned back to the reality.

copyright –Managua Gunn

*Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

that feeling

you know that feeling

when out of nowhere,

a thought comes across your mind

and you want to jot it down,

.

not because it is an important thought

but because something within you is urging you

to bring out the flicker of that light

that passed by the contours of your mind,

.

scribble it on a piece of paper

with a blue ink or black or even red,

keep on writing till the time

you have completely puked it out,

.

then store it inside a table drawer

already flooding with many such others,

place it carefully at the top

to be read some time in the future,

.

when you have almost forgotten about it,

one day you find it lying there lifeless, still

and read it in the light of the day

and simply smile at that cold thing from the past.