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 Reflections. 

Reflections, in the mirror

Reflections, in the water

Reflections, in your eyes.

Reflections, in memories. 

Reflections, in your mind. 

The reflection in a mirror is pure. 

It is true. 

But it merely shows what one is outside. 

The reflection in water is wavered. 

It is disturbed by ripples. 

Still water, broken by the wind 

Swimming fish 

Or self. 

An image, broken by us.

The reflection in your eye is what you see.

It is the reflection of something you know, 

Something you've seen before.

The reflection in your memories is what you remember

Wavered slightly, or greatly 

By imagination 

And fantasies 

And delusion.

The reflection in your mind 

Is what you understand. 

Is what you interpret. 

It is what you feel. 

It is how you reflect on something, 

It is your impression of a reflection. 

As for a real reflection, 

True to its fullest, 

Does it really exist?

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  1. AnonymousMay 25, 2026 at 10:11 PM

    I don't have words to appreciate your thoughts and words. Really you are making me to think again and again about truth and how you link with reflection . Both are not simple English words but have it's own inner meaning. Wonderful Shriyandhaa.
    From Pushpa patti

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  2. AnonymousMay 26, 2026 at 12:15 PM

    Wow, excellent. Keep rocking Shriyandha.. Best wishe.

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  3. AnonymousMay 26, 2026 at 4:52 PM

    I don't know how to praise u. Your poem is very very excellent and fantastic. Keep it up. God bless you my dear. Vazhga Valamudan. Anbudan Viji Patti.

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  4. AnonymousMay 29, 2026 at 6:45 PM

    Truly amazing Shriyandha.. Great job. Best wishes to you and God bless you immensely in all walks of life.
    From Pushkala paati

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  5. AnonymousMay 29, 2026 at 8:21 PM

    Excellent and interesting shriyandha. Keep rocking . My best wishes.vagula paati

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