An uncanny liaison with the Mirror

It has been about a month of not updating my blog. The reason? Like always I have been too occupied. Whenever I write this, a saying echoes in my head which goes like this, no matter how busy you are, you can always take out time for things you like, you are passionate about. However, I would like to defend my stance and assert, I love writing and I will never stop doing that but there are times when I can’t update the blog because I have a lot of things on my plate. And this doesn’t reflect a careless attitude towards writing, though it definitely shows I am exhausted by work :P. I will soon update another post on all that I am doing and why I am unable to ummm… write much. Lately, I haven’t had time for my own self and that somehow irritates me, nonetheless this poem is a product of something my professor asked the class to do. So, as always I hope you guys like it.

Happy Reading! Your comments are always appreciated.

 

An uncanny liaison with the Mirror 

Standing in front of the Mirror early morning,
Eyes full of sleep – half shut, still dreaming,
Searching for the toothbrush, my hands wobbling through the holder,
Finally, beside much hard work I found mine.

After rubbing the toothpaste voraciously on my teeth,
I splashed water on my face, making her aware that she is not in bed.
My eyes instantly rebuked water entering inside,
But soon subdued, and felt the freshness of the cold liquid.
I was awake now,
But yet the event that followed
Made me doubt my senses.

I wiped my face, started towards the door,
But the Mirror caught my attention;
Remembering the task given in the literature class,
“Look in the mirror for 10 minutes! Tell me what do you see?” the teacher’s voice echoed in my head.

Scrutinising my face for two minutes; all the blemishes,
My not-so-significant jaw line, a prominent chin,
My eye balls dilating here and there,
The unkempt black hair flowing down the shoulder.
I went a bit closer to the Mirror, to have a clear look
Realising in that moment the need for my glasses,
Just to see the blackheads pervading the nose,
A pimple bulging out below the temple,

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked myself.
“Doing the homework!” A voice from the other side responded.
Was it my reflection who replied?
Or were I answering my own question, I don’t know.
Be a little philosophical, I commanded to whom I don’t know,
Me or the reflection?
Brushing the confusion away, I enquired with diligence this time –
“What are you looking at?”
“Myself.” The voice spoke again.
“But, who am I?” I questioned…

Nothing
Waiting for an answer, I stood there for a minute.

My mom knocked at the bathroom door,
Brought me back to life.
“Hurry up! What are you doing inside? You will get late for college.”

***

The morning affair lasted in my mind
Longer than I thought it would.
Thinking about the scene throughout my one hour journey to college,
I discerned, indeed I didn’t know who I am.
“That’s in fact the purpose of life – to discover yourself. So, relax!”
The voice of my conscience came from nowhere.

***

I caught myself staring at the Mirror again,
Wondering whether there was a magnetic pull!
Thoughts occurring in my mind while gaping at my image,
Were similar to that of my musings of night.
What’s going right, what’s wrong?
Understanding my life and it’s challenges,
Everything I discussed with the Mirror.
Not delving into the absurd discussions,
I rather continue with the common, Reader

It was a solitude with someone’s presence felt always,
Analysing, talking, to my reflection in a fashion one converses with someone else,
Yet, the Mirror couldn’t answer the questions to which I didn’t have an answer.
At that threshold point I stopped watching myself and took my eyes off the Mirror.
Not more than 15 minutes I can look at myself,
It makes me question my sanity.
It makes me question everything in life.

“Can you picture yourself or see yourself when you close your eyes?” The reflection asked suddenly.
“Umm I don’t know. Let me try…” With this I closed my eyes and tried envisioning myself.
And I couldn’t. I struggled again, but failed.

There are parts of me I know, parts of me I don’t.
Further again some parts hidden in myself which subconsciously I know
But then I don’t know that I know.
Mirror made me cognize,
“I know myself but I don’t.”

 

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40 Comments Add yours

  1. That was eventful and perplexedly sane…. loved it and goes through the same.
    Is thr any word like ‘perplexedly’ ? …pardon my grammar 😛

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    1. Hahaha, happens. I use the word ‘awestrikingly’ a lot which is also not a word.
      Thank you! 🙂

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      1. Really…haha….the uncanny inventors are we ??
        keep writing girl, love ur work 🙂

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      2. aditilibra11 says:

        OMG!Hahaha
        I love you for this comment 😀

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  2. Great work! Back with a bang, are you? 😀 Waiting for the next post 😉 The image is awesome and the words, too good ❤ How are you, Srishti? 😀

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    1. The image is indeed really nice!
      You always say I am back and then I don’t come back for a month, and your wait is futile. 😛

      Like

  3. There are huge chunks of ourselves we can’t see and other chunks we don’t allow ourselves to see. When I was young, I wanted to be a painter and this poem reminds me of a stage I went through in my mid to late twenties of doing self portraits of my back. I couldn’t really see that part of me, I could have cheated and had someone take photographs to copy, but I didn’t cheat. I had to paint that side of me as I felt it and as I practiced, I was surprised by how many friends recognized them as self portraits. It became an exercise of ‘seeing’ what I couldn’t see in me and a way of solving the Great Mystery of Me. It is a common, solitary journey.

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    1. You just summed up the whole intention reflected in my poem beautifully. I am glad that you could connect with the poem in some way. 🙂

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      1. I connected with it a lot and it was easy.:0) Great poem.

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      2. Thanks a ton for your lovely comment!

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  4. Impressive.. Are you looking into your past through the mirror’s reflection? 🙂

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    1. Thanks!
      No, not really. I rather thought about the current situations…

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  5. Nitin says:

    I loved it. Well written.

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      1. Nitin says:

        You’re welcome. 🙂

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  6. Matt On Accident says:

    Srishti, welcome back! ☺️

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    1. Thanks for the welcome. 👻

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  7. The expression of the emotions, the pictures of the moments and the magic of your words has made a different illusion around this poem. Where you and your thoughts have made it more beautiful.

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    1. Thank you for reading it so nicely. 😀

      Like

  8. Nena says:

    Wow!! You must have gotten an A++ for this! If not, you did in my book;) Not having time for yourself is really frustrating and can take a toll on you so hope you schedule some much needed YOU time;)

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    1. Hey, there. I really want me time but I can’t find these days. Also, I can’t find time to write as well…
      Schedule’s hectic. But you caught the right nerve of this post!

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      1. Nena says:

        Soon and very soon time for YOU will come:)

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  9. Sometimes not having time for yourself can be a pain! I hope you will have enough time to scribble down such many more beautiful pieces 🙂

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    1. I hope to, though not getting time. 😛

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  10. Jeni G.J says:

    You’re an intense writer.you said everything casually in the two lines ‘purpose of life is to discover yourself’, ‘I know myself but I don’t’.look closely to know yourself(inner self) better.And I also loved the humor in the first part.☺

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    1. Thank you so much for your words.

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