I Don't Brush My Teeth 🪥🦷🪞🧴🧺

I see a mirror in front of the tiny basin

I flinch at my reflection;

There is a man behind me 

Holding my hair, gently

Like a professional hairdresser, 

planting a pony tail.

I see a mirror in front of the green round basin,

I stopped in the moment-

As the pause, 

While watching a movie with DVD 

during the washroom break,

Or

At times for the freshly danced churmurey.

The man played a song from Barfi

Placing tiny droplet shaped toothpaste

Flavoured with mint, and love.

I see a mirror in front of the rectangular gold basin,

The man in the reflection had a gentle smile.

I fell on my knees

Begging the reflection to be of one 

Mine, mine alone!

The man helped me to brush my teeth;

"Clean the tongue, it won't budge me 

Rinse the mouth, 

There's nothing anxious 

if water splashes all over me."

Eye level with the cabinet doors, 

Sitting still,

I see a soap freshly wrapped

With elite fragrance 🧼

I feared the swirling froth,

Soaking well in my maroon socks,

Mingled with razors, blood, and a men shaving cream. 🪒 🪞 

I saw a round mirror with a black rectangular basin

I didn't flinch

I saw a clean reflection 

Of my husband's gentle face-

Divinely guided, weak smile, thorny beards.

I looked behind

to reach out to my reality:

No shaving foam and gel.

I saw an elegant mirror designed with

Rare gems and expensive metals,

I smiled at the reflection of my dear husband.

He gently stroked my hair

with his musk scented hands, 

The light filled the room

slowly, silently, and then all at once!

The disturbance of routine has now gone.

the stillness of moment-

I welcome you with an open heart.

The objects of reflection and foam were none

The 'light' filled the apartment;

The reality after death is a land of resurrection