The Mirage Of A Mirror

Mirrors have been such an intriguing creation by humankind.

• It empowers you when you lift up your clothes to feed yourself the beauty of your own body. It discourages you when you closely look at the acne that has cropped up unexpectedly on your face.

• It makes you smirk when you watch your taut nerves peeking out of your muscular built. It catches you as you notice the first few strands of gray hair in the sideburns.

Mirrors deceive us into thinking we are the most beautiful, the most handsome, the curviest, most muscular, most decent, charismatic, cherubic, capable of being different. . . . . and unique.

Mirrors even make us feel vulnerable. 

We look at ourselves searching for our own objectionable features, unpleasant flab of fat and cellulite, undesirable marks on our body, the off-putting complexion of our skin, thin and slender frames, signs of aging—graying hair and wrinkles and bags under the eyes.

At a moment that reflects back a version of who we are—good, bad, ugly—all of us is captured by such a preposterous piece of brittle object.

                                                    The Mirror

A powerful and highly underrated masterpiece subjected to mere glances and quick thoughts.

• The mirror is where an orator hides his fears. 

• It is where a dancer shuns her bad posture. 

• A baby derives joy watching themselves smile.

• A model engulfs fear and emanates confidence watching her own stunning image.

An animal apes itself in a mirror, discovers the secret and moves on, but we humans remain transfixed by watching our own self in various avatars. 

We come back, again and again, every morning, every visit to the bathroom, to the dressing table, to the salon—we come back to test ourselves for perfection and offer ourselves a piece of self admiration, at times, criticism.

We are as fragile as the object that creates a reflection of our selves. 

We aren’t really what we see in the mirror—we are much more at different times, doing different things. Beauty portrays in a good deed—giving, offering, taking, receiving, sacrificing—when we are unaware of our image.

By simply hanging on the wall, in a frame—mirrors take away the control from ourselves, giving us either frustration or satisfaction. Such is the power of this tool. 

Is it really true that an inanimate object cause so much more than a stir?

Wake up and look at yourself. Penetrate into your own eyes and shush your caustic mind. 

Don't blame the mirror.

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Let go Off

You Absorb your pieces of Ruins
Inside the Mud of your Memories
You pick up Obsolete Talks
And carry on your daily Deeds

You Smile and Smoke up the Tears
Wriggle and Shed your dreadful Fears
For once Look behind , what your own Shadow Hides
Dents in Bent Souls don't get washed by Time and Tides

Earn yourself from the Intimidating Pride
One that Wins with Facade and Fight
Reborn with the Light of Truth in your Eyes
And Swell yourself with Love, not Despise
Call out to the Pigeons of Peace
Listen to the Fugitive Emotions you Keep

Rub your Ribs and Clutch your Arm
Wait for your Heart to Brave and Respond
Lift off the Mask and Quench your Pain
While longing for Love, don't let it go in Vain

Strain your mind against the Greed of the World
Material is comfort as Money Manifolds
Though nothing will Fill the Jar of Desire
The More you Put,the lesser will seem Entire
So you Suffer albeit the Glass is Full
Asking where is the space to Refill
And You Fetch another One
Hence, it Starts from Where it had Begun

Contentment isn't synonym to 'NO'
Neither does it ask you to Forgo
Treasure the part that You already Bear
And Ruin it with Compassion and Care

Free yourself from the Bondage of Want
Free yourself from the Ties that Knot
Free yourself from the Tears you Hide
Let go Off the inside Fight
Let go Off the Fake Side
Let go..

And Remember: Don't Forget To Smile


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Not to Hate

With my previous post about hatred going online, I received few raised eyebrows and pretty good smiles. Nothing better I say. But hey! Last night I discovered something. The story, here it goes.

Our PG’s care-taker is one such fellow in my list of hatreds. Why? Because his eye balls google here and there, sometimes following a girl, like the scent of her perfume. He chit-chats with PG girls, every now and then, talking honey coated, sugary-jaggery and goes sweet and polite. All the girls are happy to have him around at the dinner table. Me and my roommates call that person chantu meaning clever in a bad way.

Yesterday, when I was done with dinner at around 11 pm, I saw him taking the lid off the food, and checking if anything was left to fill his own tummy. No dinning with the cheerful girls tonight? I thought and asked him, “Anna, why are you taking dinner so late?” His reply with a grin, “Oh I had a lot of work today.” Without giving a thought, I just went away to my room and later realizing that the owner of PG had dropped in that evening so mister had to retain his modesty.

Another point that hit my head was that this time I did not get annoyed with him; I just passed from there without bothering for his reply and thinking where he was looking. I realized that hatred is a self inflicted burden. You have to do that whenever you see the trigger clicked, like a drill. But you don’t have to do that, you don’t have to think and you don’t have to act and you will see, the grenade that would burst you, will be useless even when the pin is pulled out. You would have defused it!

To be in control of yourself is to be wise.

But mind you, this is when you are indirectly getting under the showers of acidic rain. If the cloud is right over, you have a right to take out your own umbrella and prevent yourself and may be even poke out googly eyes.

On the Wings of Time

There are pathways laid to follow

And trails to go on to

There are ways in the labyrinth

And then there are you

Just taking me somewhere

Holding my hand gripped tight

I think I didn’t stare around

It is just you fixed in my sight

 Through the bustling roads we move

Across the buses and cars, their honks

Time that is waiting to happen

I stopped it all for you

Until I mind the ticking bacon

And spectator eyes, a few

 Those songs that escape the lips

 Were In rhythm of the heart that beats

   Slow though quiet but steadily

  Breaking the rules, that miscreant

And off I go, am being taken

Gliding like a dragonfly

Speeding across the space and time

My own rules I defy

Just settle down with rain

Settling down with rain

Into the puddles, stagnant and calm

Where even the ripples whisper

Into a melodious song

Through the filters of space and time

Being benign in every manner

Molding into the best

With all the peace to gather

Like icicles smooth yet sharp

Slowly formed out of cold

Glittering in the light of dawn

To fathom the self not sold

Risen from the dark and deceived

Hailed from the altitudes

Silvery, washed by the mercury

Ending all up in subdued

Strife marks its end

Tranquility and peace stand duel

The gold lies beneath the chest

The ink gets tainted to quill

The words come out as river

From the peninsula to the wide

The beds have shells and pearls now

No meaning in disguise

Purity speaks and shines in white

When the sun burns out to speak

And the lilies blossom and please the eyes

Once when ceases the bleak

And so shall on, so shall forth

Given the love a chance

Humble dances with honest

Devoid of constraints in stance

Yearn for letting go,

Holding on gives birth to pain

Look through the window

For let it not be stained

Just settle down with rain

Just settle down with rain.