To the mirror

  I looked into you.
                                 And tears rolled down my cheeks
                                      They say God never mistakes,
  Then I wondered what am I?
                   My mother always told me something wonderful and beautiful.
                                   But you told me another story.
                     For now, I know, It's high time I need to change,
  And make myself comfortable,
                               And be a welcoming person for everyone.

                               After few years, again when I looked into you,
       You again told me another story
      For you know me a bit differently
   And you convey everything  to me  
                                Transparently without a second thought.
         
                 All of a sudden I realize
                                     I changed. Nothing matters anymore.
                                     Everyone  started accepting me as I am
                                     And you, you’ve always been kind enough
                                     To listen to all my sorrows and happiness,
        when I had no one beside me.
                                
                                  And now, others have also started liking the new me.
   I felt things are to be taken with an ease.
                          Whenever I looked into you, you’ve always wiped off my tears
                                   And not let worries and stress find any place in my life.
                                   For you say, ‘Everything happens for a reason’.
        And, of course, for a good reason.
      
             For the next  time that I looked into you,
                                    When I felt low,
                                   I saw my inner self,
                      For the first time, I felt beautiful
                  I felt everything around me is beautiful,
                   I remembered people who love me,
                              And I felt beautiful again.
            For the first time, I felt it’s not about the appearances
                  Or who I am? But it’s all about how I feel
                                    And I feel beautiful.

                         Beauty can’t be defined distinctively,
                          Beauty has no real definition
                      And you say, I am the definition of beauty.
                      You’ve always been telling me I am special,
                                    Only if I could hear you.
        For now, I know, if anything around me isn’t special,
   I can make it special.
                                     
                                     And you kept telling me, that if something hasn’t come up to me until now,
                          I am to be gifted with the best one.
      You warn me to not to let myself be moved away by externalism.
                 I don’t need other’s approval  to know that
                                   You and I are same,
                   And that you’ve always confided in me.
                   Since then, whenever I looked into you,
         I ended up falling in love with you over and over again.
                             _  To the mirror

         

Reviews

[Jennifer]

Hi Ashter, I absolutely loved your poem. I felt like I could relate to it. Your choosing of words especially made your poem very emotional and real. Thankyou and keep up your good work :)