The Mirror Behind The Mind
written by: Archana Rineesh
Beneath the skin, beneath the bone,
Where silence sleeps and thoughts are sown,
There lies a realm without a name,
A shifting sea, a candle’s flame.
It starts with light-then folds to dark,
A sparkle retreats a seeping mark.
The mind is not a polished stone,
but labyrinths we walk alone.
Each thought- a thread, each dream- a door,
Each fear- a whisper on the floor.
A child cries deep behind the eyes,
The voice of truth, the voice of lies.
We build with masks and fractured glass,
A thousand selves that drift and pass.
We wear the black not just in dress,
But draped in veils of consciousness.
What is a thought, but black in bloom,
A flash of fire inside a tomb?
A shadow cast on memory’s wall,
A lover’s name can’t recall.
The ego claws with golden chains,
While doubt drips in the poet’s veins.
Desire curls like fragrant smoke,
Then chokes the dreamer it once woke.
We dance with demons none can see,
And call it love, or destiny.
We paint our pain in shades of grace,
And find redemption in disgrace.
Oh, psyche- chambered, vast, ornate,
You house both cruelty and fate.
In you, the storm and stillness meet,
In you, we kneel and rise complete.
The archetypes parade in black:
The judge, the fool, the heart’s attack.
The mother’s touch, the father’s law,
The self we feared, the self we saw.
And yet-beneath that velvet dome,
We carve a space, we call it home.
A scared dark, where stars ignite-
Not absence, no- but secret light.
So let the mind be ocean wide,
With black as moonlight’s hidden bride.
Not all that’s dark is meant to fade-
Some truths are born in midnight’s shade.
- The Measured Arc - November 26, 2025
- The Mirror Behind The Mind - July 26, 2025
