Reflections... I hate mirrors, For they s how images , But they can't explain reflections , For reflections are abstruse , And images are allusions of the overt, Why do we see things are we are And not as things are? Perhaps because we ponder over reflections, and for get who we are. Perhaps our re flections are no longer our own, They are defined by others... I covet myself . This poem may seem silly, but it has a real deep meaning. Writing after a long time..do tell me how is it!