Mirror image

The mirror image gazes.
Utters senseless phrases.
It questions my intentions.
It pleads against my greed.

“My need”, I say.
The light within a ray.
The games that I play.
Will hurt me someday.

Until then I rumble.
In the corporate jungle.
And fate takes a tumble.
I don’t care if I stumble.

I don’t know what’s on my mind.
What I was is hard to find.
Enjoying myself within the grind.
Care and fear I’ve left behind.

I was you when you were blind.
So blind. Incurably blind.
My own intent, I cannot gauge.
Left that to my mirror image.

Varun Rajagopalan.