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…
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.”