Dying

Mirror

the bare face staring at the mirror,

sometimes laughing, sometimes crying,

looking at our curious eyes,

to find something not yet found,

to prove to oneself that we exist

and that our feelings can be seen,

giving us a little hope with tears rolling down

that someday things will get better,

that someday we will be noticed,

not by the mirror but by the people,

whose eyes will then become a mirror portraying us,

where we no longer need to hold the mirror while crying,

trying hard to find the reason, the source of it.

Oh mirror, you had been with me the whole time giving strength,

but how come I feel more terrible seeing me in you everyday,

Why can't I feel happy seeing my own reflection in you,

Why do I feel that you show me the true personality that I try hard to hide,

Why do you give both happiness and sorrow at the same time,

I feel relieved holding you while crying,

seeing my eyes and nose become red,

but why do I laugh while crying,

why do I isolate myself just to be with you,

why do I pretend to be happy knowing that you know the secret,

why cant I stick only one impression of me on you,

You and me exist in a parallel world but in opposite direction,

where my left is your right.

where sometimes I appear fatter or thinner than usual,

where my motion is your motion,

where water droplets when splashed hard on my face,

somehow appears to roll with high speed while looking at you.

everything seems to be faster even the switch in the mood.

you are much more than a piece of glass

not made only to obtain a reflection but somehow responsible for our success or failure.

but you are not to blame, but still blamed,

needed every day by all the people in the universe,

but still detested by the majority to show what is present,

you don't increase the fat percentage in our body neither do you make us high,

so why cant you sooth us like chocolates and wine so people can see the real price of you

not one hundred rupee or two dollar but worth beyond it.