House of Mirrors

A carnival of kaleidoscopes that enthralls gullible human hearts never ceases to exist in the confinements of our spatial and visual senses. Its tortuous paths with a labyrinth element are what that makes this ordeal endlessly and insanely intriguing. Galvanized by this metaphorically theatrical milieu, we surmise an image that holds myriad reflections of our affections and desires, drawn by the influx of our thoughts and are as dynamic as the inertia of a speeding bullet. Frequently and rather ironically, a battle rages within a hall of nightmares, where our images of imagination are broadcast on many mirrors whilst their realities are firing at them desperately to put their prolonged misery of living in a place surround by sham and feigned dispositions to an end.

Surprisingly, our forced acceptance of this brutal reality fades away in the wake of a largely pseudo-realistic approach to life that is ingrained in our mindsets and doesn’t allow realism to exist in its entirety in our world where our own pre-conceived abstractions paint objects on the horizon of our discourse. As a very familiar corollary of this most universal and most unexplained paradox, we don’t seem to be deterred by the loss of that mirror at any given moment of life and continue to move on in search for another mirror harboring yet another world of gratifying reflections.

Strangely enough, this appearance, as fake as a knave bridal embellishment, serves desperate hearts cross the limits of rational endurance and make them relapse into a diabolical whirl of self-annihilation and meteoric suffering. With regard to which, I regret to say that despite all the swashbuckling efforts, I am unable of fetter my pounding heart at the sight of a horrific incident but at the same time I don’t want to get carried away too far in this bubble of self-realization. All the clamor and chores around the corner are already looming large on my subconscious and before I can count shreds of my broken mirror, my inevitable dreams already seem to requiem for a whole new array of reflections in the house of mirrors. Needless to say I am lost once again.

May you be blessed………………

17.1.07 03:02