Keeping me standing in the hallway,

She started to perform a mime.

With a hesitated intensity,

She started to weave her broken selves

 To create moments.

The scattered glimpsed mirrored images,

She sewed herself there as a character.

She continued to flow in the stream of story she created,

Gradually dissolved in the illusion

Losing her self in the mime’s face.

I stood still in the hallway,



Waiting for her delusive curtain to fall.






Jyotirmoy Sil
Illustration Nick Victor



Jyotirmoy Sil is a dilettante poet. Presently he is an Assistant Professor of English in Malda College, West Bengal. A few of his poems have been published in Muse India journal, Madras Courier and Spillwords.

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