Perplexed

I look no more into the mirror,
It reflects me but not the way I am!
The face trampled under the complexities of the world,
Portrays the lines frozen by time

The scribbled pages lay strewn all over
The shut books stare with brusqueness
The burnt out candles reflect no zeal
The oculars of time refute the past.

Vindictive senses fiddle around with memories:
memories soaked in the search for a justification
My logic fails to classify facts into black and white:
they acknowledge the essence yet deny existence!

Is it just the reluctance to let go those tears
Or the compulsion of perception:
the knowledge of the pain stuck in his heart?
Yet, he's calm,his logic functions- I'm perplexed.

I hear myself yearning for no answers
I search myself seeking no treasure
I hear myself speak a strange tongue
A hollow laugh for a string of words because he does.

I am lost in the alley; Alas! we had the exact map,
Lost for words because we were eloquent.
He reaches the end of the tunnel, his lips smile;
i am perplexed- i know not what to give in return.