Thursday, December 30, 2010

Reflections off a shiny cup

I held the cup in my hand.
I looked at my reflection on its shiny surface.
It was somewhat flattened, my image,
It seemed as if somebody pulled both my cheeks real hard
And they wouldn’t retract.
I smiled and the image became even funnier!
I laughed this time…
Although the image wasn’t very clear,
One could still make out the redness of my eyes!
I wish I had a picture like Dorian Gray,
Where I could hide my abominations.
I held the cup a little further away.
Everything else was visible now;
The red curtain, the dark road out through the window and the red apple.
The red apple on the table looked
More like a speck of blood on a shapeless table.
Martha lying on the floor looked out of place…
Her eyes were open and lifeless.
The sea of red blood encumbered her head,
The slope of the floor had taken the blood to the other side of the room.
I put the cup down and dragged in the smoke from a half-burnt cigarette
Until it burnt my lungs…then I looked at the cup again.
Now I could see my hand, and the knife
The knife seemed to bleed too...
The colour on it was darker than the flowing blood!