Where do I look For Myself? 

Artwork by: Hossein Irandoust

Triumphantly as he emerged,
Brooding over the path covered.
Ecstasy veiled up the mirror.
The latter said,
Do not look for your depths in me,
You have shed your being.
Find yourself: Behold her. 

Make her chatoyant eyes
your cynosure.
And conflate the world,
those two pairs adore.
  
In between your enchantings,
Pastiche comes to home. 
In the eternal valley of silence, 
You two often take up voyage. 

The gleaming love in your eyes,
Lilts & ends in her wet shoulders. 
The mirror drew every parellel.
Behold yourself. You are all her. 

-Lalit.