(c) Shreefal Mehta. 6 Feb 2021 To hear it read aloud click here : https://youtu.be/0nh959EZAb0 Twist my nose, make a squinty smile Furrowed brows, fake a silent shout, In play shock, eyes widened a while. Lips in, brows up, tongue out. The bathroom door closed, alone I play the fool The mirror plays along, now laughing now cool Staring at those eyes looking back at me - come nearer Something shifts - I see, now, not me, stranger from the mirror. Who’s this strange face, should I feel terror? Am I in the mirror or in between? I wonder. The face with no name, where did I step out? Gestalt into the other view- where am I? I doubt. Saying a word over and over andover andover andover Under pure sound a world of meanings collapses over! And with that shift, the world has no name The mirror extends all around - has no frame. Disembodied, disengaged Unlocked from inputs, switched around in the mirror Meanings disconnected. Same but differen...
Started writing during the start of the lockdown in Mumbai - felt a need to express this experience and thoughts during this extradordinary event ... and use that as a way to connect to people all around...