I was rear, and by the window
She was front, and by the aisle
I saw her reflection
Her face was moonlit
overflowing with strings of black curtains
cascading deep and drooping down,
Twins of twinkling stars
revealed between thin strips of dark disappearing clouds as moist as ever
and ready to pour into downpours,
sprinkled with occasional flashes of lightning,
As I admired her beauty on the mirror
hanging lonely over the steering wheel
of the passenger vehicle with a strength of a pack of playing cards,
it halted in its destination,
I searched her as her twinkling eyes crossed swords
and looked forward for her fullest portrait
Astonished I was to see her limping with artificial support,
while I stood unmoved, she disappeared without a trace,
But not within myself!

*A young boy was traveling in a bus, seating beside a rear window seat. He saw a girl sitting on the corner seat behind the driver. Her face reflected on the mirror hanging over the front glass panel. Her mirror image seemed so beautiful and he began to be in dreams, finding comparisions to her beauty. After an hour’s journey, the bus reached in its destination. He woke up from his dream and looked eagerly to have a complete look at her. But he was surprised to find her as a handicapped, limping with artificial support. While he stood still and astonished, she vanished without a trace.

Vijay Sai

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crippled-dreams/