Mirrors Don’t Lie

Oh mirror! Oh mirror!
Who’s this girl that’s looking at me?
Born out of darkness but grew out of me.
Yet I only see the blurred image mirror spits back at me.

PS: Once we learn to love and appreciate our changing appearance, life opens up in ways we never imagined. Mirrors do not lie, it is just doing what it is made to do. We just have to realize the beauty that is inside us. Gaurav had interesting views after reading my previous poem so we decided to write this out. I hope you guys like it.

My Mirror…

 

Mirror!! Oh, mirror!!
You are the best friend I could have
When I laughed, you laughed with me
When I cried, you cried with me
I acted and you acted the same with me
But, people says..
All mirrors tell are lies
If my mirror too is a lie
I love to keep this lie for life

Illusion

A little boy was walking on an empty road;
Wind, just enough to romance with his hair;
The skies aflame with the setting sun;
Indulged in the multitude of his thoughts and
a hint of smile decorating his face.
Content with moving his feet slowly and slowly.
Oh, but we always want more don’t we?
There’s always that voice.
This time, a voice was coming from miles up ahead,
that’s what he thought.
He ran, ran and ran thinking that
he finally found someone to share his tears that never really saw the light.
Finally when he thought he is there, it just faded.
He still kept running and running but,
there’s always a rock to wake us up.
The earth tripped him over.
Tears ran down his skin for the first time.
He took a glance around himself
and when he found himself achingly alone in that empty road,
he wiped the mud off his clothes,
and rose.
He looked up at the sky
and saw the clouds smile at him.
He smiled back and continued his journey.

PS: I am not saying that we should march on this journey of life alone but we should not just leave our path and run towards anything that seems appealing. Verify before trusting anyone because a trust once broken hurts more than anything.

Silence

As the sun shines it’s rays on his house
and morning coffee is brewing slowly,
he came upto his father,
looking at his face with all his focus,
ears begging to hear the response
and he asked,
“Papa, your silence
speaks of a story.”
He glances over and replies calmly,
“I am the garden, my boy.
Filled with variety of flowers,
grown by light and rain;
stomped by shoes of pain.
My silence speaks of how
my words have been misunderstood multitude of times;
let others mute my voice;
so now I only speak when needed because
the more I learn, the less I speak.”

Hope

Friends for life…

“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
― Thomas Merton

“Well, it seems to me that the best relationships – the ones that last – are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and
you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is… suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.”
― Gillian Anderson