I woke up and
Placed myself in front of the mirror
That carefully detailed my features
The face, the eyes, the nose, the lips and my hands
My spotted skin, few scars and freckles
My smile with teeth not visibly bright; few lost
My natural silver hair ,Few black dyed and artificial
They say my skin, thin and pale; loose and sagged breast.
I call it elasticity with
channels of blue nerves visible and
Every year the invisible artist sculpts
What people called wrinkles on my face
But I call them dimples
My eyes recently got rid of that cataract still nothing changed
And the power keeps on increasing
The skin isn’t the same like it was when my mother first breast-fed me.
That change is just permanent
My lips is forever sucked in. I find this a little weird, funny as my ears too droops.
But do not worry
Oh! it’s the gravity that has pulled it down.
No more does the blood river within me flows
The ascending years have mutated me
In a beautiful way. Still I am me the same person with my story unchanged.
I did not worry like the evil queen in Snow White and the seven dwarfs
Even when my mirror spoke and showed me the glimpses of my future days
Instead I was happy because
He who created me is an Artist and I myself his Art.
Having consumed so much of this Earth
I will still have nothing to repay her back
Except after my death,my decomposed self
Ready to merge with her;
Still ready and willing to turn each page
Thank God! you never age…