I look as it stares back
Corners of our eyes stay in track
Watching, aching to see beauty there
Maybe, at least, one layered beyond people's ugly stare
Say something in words, I only understand speech
But it stares blindly, without trying to reach
Sitting there, on the bus, staring back from the window glass
Reflecting back to my vision, while traveling back from class
I peek at the brown glow from above the black mask
Its eyes tired from performing yet another hefty task
But they stay calm in sight
They couldn't act out their plight - it just wouldn't be right
The music played, the corneas ached
They loved dancing around to memories baked
The baker being somebody they didn't know
But the eyes cared only to feel the flow - feel some glow
Though, there wouldn't be any yesterday if they had closed
Seeing no hope if they had supposed-
Life to be just a vision to be ignored
Bored with all the destiny everyone adored
A door, they try to search to some fantasy tame
A tale from rue to prevail their pieces breaking in shame
Of some game, destiny played to adorn
Ugly scars of war, of the forlorn
Be gone, destiny. I'm fine to be
With me, here. The eyes needn't seek
Beauty, to prevail, another day I couldn't see
As me, the one staring back at my own glee
Its glasses came in the way finally
But I didn't care cause I could only see its eyes look desperately
At me, themselves, trying to comfort me with lies
I smile back with hope, after having seen my own pain in my own eyes
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Was just going through some of the selfies I had taken... One being at the window seat of a bus - and found myself staring back. I realised that I stare at my own image in the window glass way too much for me to not write about it. Perhaps one another way to hold sanity.