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Anoucheka dwells on the debate about love in its bodily form and the soul’s quest in this evocative poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
Mirror, mirror, tell me, Am I the fairest of them all? No, no, you are not, You never were And you never will be! Mirror, mirror, tell me, If I am not the fairest How will I attract love? Love, when held prisoner by bodily beauty Gets lost and turns into vapour soon enough Love, when held bounded by bodily beauty Is false and not even deemed as being given a worth! Love is seeing deep into each other’s soul And wanting to place a kiss there where it is most porous Love is seeing the bad habits, the dark side, the blemishes, The seething monster, the freak, And wanting to appease it all with a caress of the hand! Mirror, mirror, You push me to dream Is Love of this type? Is it even existent? Do you wish to find it? Yes, Mirror, pray, yes, I do Such love, mirror, shall continue In the afterlife As I am sure, God himself Would be appreciative of such! Then put me to sleep. Stop being bothered about who is the fairest Open the windows of your soul And allow life and its goodness to immerse you in their essence Love shall then flow to you As if it were a raging tsunami!
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
