THROUGH THE EYES OF A MIRROR

I am but a mirror, a silent witness,
Bound to these walls, yet knowing all.
When they first met, I caught their stolen glances,
(Or were they stares, longing yet unsure?)
Their eyes would meet, then turn away
As if looking too long was a sin,
As if their gazes held secrets unspoken,
Like criminals caught in the act of desire,
Even though they had just begun
To see pieces of their souls in each other.

Days turned to weeks, and I saw more.
Their eyes found each other in crowded rooms,
Searching, hoping, as if drawn by fate.
When they saw each other, they sighed softly,
(Was it relief? Was it longing?)
Their lips curved into smiles they couldn’t hide,
Even as they scolded their hearts,
Calling it nothing but a fleeting infatuation.
Yet love, in its quiet way, had already bloomed,
Unseen, unstoppable, and achingly sweet.

I watched their worlds grow smaller,
Until they were each other’s universe.
Their hands began to meet in casual touch,
Fingers brushing as if testing the waters.
Hugs became longer, less hesitant,
And their laughter felt warmer, brighter.
Their eyes lingered in ways words could never match,
Speaking in silences only they could hear.
I watched them fall, slowly and deeply,
Each moment more precious than the last.
Time shaped their love into something timeless.
No longer strangers, they became one—
Two halves of a puzzle that fit perfectly.
I saw how they grew together,
How their love gave them strength,
And how even in their quietest moments,
They still sought each other’s warmth.
Through smiles, through tears, through silence,
They were a story unfolding before me,
A love too beautiful for words alone.

Years have passed, but their love remains,
Untouched by time, unshaken by trials.
Even their arguments, fiery and fierce,
End in tender apologies, in stolen kisses—
Or perhaps something more.
They fight, they forgive, they hold on tighter,
Proving love isn’t perfect but enduring.
They remind me that love is not just grand gestures,
But the quiet, everyday moments of choosing each other
Over and over again.
And I, the silent observer,
Cannot help but feel a longing of my own.
I envy their love, their laughter, their closeness,
The way they see only each other in a crowded room.

I wish I could step through this glass,
Leave behind the silence of reflection.
Perhaps, if I could, I would find
Someone who looks at me the way they do.
Someone who sees me not as a shadow,
But as a part of their story.
Until then, I remain here,
A witness to love in its purest form.
I watch their journey unfold,
From strangers to lovers, from moments to forever.
And though I am but a mirror,
I hold their story within me,
Each glance, each touch, each smile.
Perhaps one day, I will be more than this.
But for now, I reflect love,
And through them, I dare to dream.

Dear Love Squad,

I know that I haven't updated for quite a while.
One of my readers even jokingly told me that they had prepared the black dress they'll wear to my funeral!
Anyway, for being inactive for so long, I'm guilty as charged!

But I hope that you forgive me and understand that I'm a student too.🙃

(Note: Exams will be the death of me)

I was also facing a writer's block, but thanks to my insomnia- I woke at 3am and wrote this.
(Please don't judge😔)

Since these months are the when students realize that their exams are approaching and that they need to 'study', I might as well do the same.

- Your depressed poet