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.
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.