Lightyears from gatherings of facades
Each hiding face of a blatant lie
So lost in a city of charades
I questioned myself why, “Who am I!”

“Where have you been!” asked the mirror to me
“Amongst friendly foes”, I replied
“Have I found my true identity!”
The mirror told “I’ve never ever lied”

So this was me, facing myself
With all my truths and all my lies
Stark naked staring at an elf
Who was me, now I realize!

I cherish, that fateful, soulful tryst
Dared, bared, my substance, to the bone
Now my mirror is my alchemist
WHEN I MEET MYSELF ALL ALONE!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra