Memoir of a Mirror
I hold a memoir on the diaphanous surface. The quill of my soul scribbles the cryptic encrypted notes. The enclosed myriad secrets flutter, but it never reflects on the gossamer skin. The nuance of emotion is glum on its fragility. Though it never spills the quintessence fearing it may blur the mirror blocking the vision of entities.
My honesty and clarity, the virtues invite your blind faith on me. I venerate your penchant for me for which I gift a glimpse of you. As a sculptureโs brilliance I present the pristine carving of your physical self! Though the truth is not what you see or perceive but what my humble glassy skin show you. This awareness pricks me as a curse in recluse.
I have surrendered myself. ย I acquiesce to be wholly holy to escape the labyrinth of illusion remain a desire as I am exposed to the truth that I am not required for anyone to see their inner self or the transparent beauty they behold in utter divinity. So what I reflect you is not YOU but ME as you. So I weep when I see you admire your transience the mere illusion of the beauty of your mortal flesh. The true grace and the glow of your eternal soul donโt reflect through my gossamer as your eyes are blind with earthy vision and prevent to see the real charisma that needs inner vision but not mirror.
Still, I relish the silent monologues, your absent mind let go off freely in front of my existentially absent presence. In spite of I secretly seek thy earnest attention to share my feeble melancholy. Rather your images vanish as you leave me forgetting even to acknowledge my silly deed. I am bound to remain as a memoir and the secret admirations and desperations of yours haunt me that swirl as guilty and produce tears that vaporise before anyone notice it. I am destined to be just a medium to introduce your physical self and any sort of lingering that is not in my help wonโt serve me or others.
What you see at times is deceptive!
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Honorable Poetess Maaya Dev,
After the greetings of the day, firstly, I wish to applaud you for selecting a wonderful image for the above story, extremely good story line, please accept my congratulations for sharing this with us.
After reading and re-reading of your poems, I always love to enjoy your poetic style rather than the narrative style of the above write, fabulous, highly poetic in nature, thanks for sharing your thought provoking narrative story.with us.
For me, one of the functional or theoretical ways of defining poetry is as "condensed or abridged meaning." It is literally like a message or a theme that has been condensed into a very small form, but which must be "unpacked" to understand, appreciate the full implication of what the writer ย is trying to communicate.
Short stories are of course shorter than novels, and so they share many similarities with poetry. In both the authors try to get the message across with brevity and in a succinct form. However, poetry achieves this in the extreme - often only a couple of stanzas can be enough to communicate an incredibly complex theme or idea. In poetry authors do not have the luxury of spending time establishing theme and character - they must say what they want to say in as sparse a form of language as possible.
Great write dear Poetess Maaya Dev, you are really a talented writer, whatever you write, whether it is classified as story, poetry, it doesnโt matter, moreover, I have tried the frame works of a screen play from the inspired poems of COSMO poetess like Cherie Sumner and Piusha Singh during the initial days while I was a beginner in this site, sure, when I find a suitable verse from your golden pen, I shall try to reform it into a screen play with more visualization on your approval to do so, of course, ย this will be featured in COSMO itself in the story category, Perhaps, I could try to make a script based on this story itself, seeking your kind permission, courtesy lines including copyright will be in your name as usual.
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thanks Williamsji Sir for such kind words of appreciation for my writings. ย Deeply humbled. Glad if this verse ( write up) or any from my pen can see the light of screenplay by your might.ย
Due to lack of time I am not able to go through much of your works posted here. I would be checking it each slowly and providing my inputs as well. I appreciate your kind of dedication and admiration towards literature and found yourself to be an erudite writer & poet who have great knowledge about literature. I am at awe the way you areย taking much interest to appreciate others writers and encourage them with your detailed review which needs a bigger heart as well.ย
With regards
Maaya
The story of a mirror is always exciting, in each of its corners and depending on the perspective may be the shadow of a character who has looked into it. The mirrors reflect the material world, the inside rather than be seen with eyes beauty is perceived with the heart. I love the history of this mirror that draws this invisible world that can not be recorded with eyes but with a renewed love soul. There was a time where it was believed that a mirror functioned as a prison for the soul, its break not the release, fragmentaba it into small pieces that nothing nor nobody could repair. A greeting.
Very well said...and thanks for your output for this piece of writing Lucas.ย
Hi Maaya Dev,
No obligations nor any compulsions on anything, just keep writing more and more, life itself is aย " MAAYA "of misty moods in every dawns,
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
wonderful write, welcome to cosmos... hope to read more soon.
Very well said...and thanks for your output for this piece of writing Lucas.ย
Thank you Poetess Darkly for enjoying my narrative story. Regards