Reflection in a puddle

From years to Days
Days to seconds
These twinkling stars have seen soo much
Witnessing, speculating & mewling
A rivulet of saline rolling down the soft mountains
The drums have heard too many prevarications
Though received in trust but all in speed
All were simple and easily broken
Kissed are those lips
With the mouth that uttered shit
A longing to forget hovers above the stars
Holding the unspoken, with even more regret
The centrepiece - resembled the semi grown trunk
In the misplaced pride of teenage, the chin was strong
Firm yet slightly fallen, the result of bitter truth
Each entigo, every mar, although in line yet not fine marked their contours in its own timeline
Those who made me laugh, made me cry
Watching the clock ticking by
These moments made me sit up the night
Replaying every shoot and glancing at the tick tock
Worried yet waiting to return
The reflection in the puddle is not me
But the phantasma others are able to see.

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