Salt, Pepper, Mirrors
- a Poem
- by Vino
When love moved in
The Mirror too checked in.
An occasional glance now and then
Was our only conversation.
Every few minutes, fingers
Combed back the black mop,
From falling over the eyes.
The mirror was just an onlooker.
Thirty-seven monsoons
Went by; we ignored
Each other. Finally Covid days
Forced us to reflect daily.
Now the mirror smiles, hearing my
Sighs, watching the short grey
Mop in my new mirrors –
Phone selfies and video calls.
Vino
from Trivandrum, in Kerala, India, studied Literature and Management. ‘Vino’ works in Advertising; bridging creative and suits. And is at home with sport, food, drink, word, and people. A typeface gym rat, who loves dystopia, and the metaphysical, Vino hums a contrarian tune, round the clock. ‘Vino’s the preferred pen name as he strives to own as little as possible.
