E-Katha : Indian Short Stories in English

  I feel the grey roots are beginning to show,

        I suddenly feel so mystified,

  As I think the tranquillity of my life;

       years before when I was seventeen,

  I thought myself as a beauty queen,

       but,with the span of time;

   Life has changed and terribly transformed.

            When I look in the Mirror…

   I know my beauty is fading away,

      I glimpse those dreary wrinkles,

  And feel scared and dreadful;

        life itself is a big clandestine,

  Which has transpired me a lot,

       my senses instigate me to think;

   To think; my youth has vanished.

            When I look in the Mirror…

    I know I have lived a contended life,

        which makes me feel very serene and composed,

   As years recede,my future is unknown;

      though I visualise the aura of death,

   That death,which may hover above me,

       urging me to relinquish my life.

            When I look in the Mirror…

    I understand death is a part of me,

        which I will drool upon till my life continues,

  As the passage of time drifts away;

         I may be stranded all alone  ,  

   Alone,in a place where,

        only death can capture me again !

                                                                                                   SHILPA VENKAT