“Not Mine”- Nayana Nair

face

In an unguarded moment

I saw what it is, to not see myself.

The fogged up mirror

didn’t let my reflection reach me.

And what reached me was

just a picture colored out of lines.

The more I looked at my obscured face,

the more I was convinced

that the faces was not mine.

The more I was convinced of the face being a stranger’s,

more easier it was for me to love and accept it.

If I could see myself as someone else

how easier it would be to live my life.

Not knowing what I know about myself,

not knowing what I think.

To  be what I am and what I am not at the same time.

How easier it would be , if this is

what I saw in mirror everyday.

How beautiful can be not knowing, not seeing.

Only smudged shades of colors.

A face not mine.

4 Comments

  1. The Shaggy says:

    Wowooowoow….. Beautiful

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you 🙂 Glad you liked it 🙂

  2. TheOriginalPhoenix says:

    But if you see yourself as someone else, how do you know who you are? That’s just what I was thinking when I was reading this, it’s a nice poem nonetheless.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      That is an issue though. In the process of creating distance from our own identity we also loose a sense of our own being. We cannot have everything I guess. 🙂 Glad you liked it. 🙂

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