Stranger Nowadays- Whenever I look into the mirror A stranger looks back at me. He seems to have The same face The same hair, the same build The same characteristics. But yet, it’s a stranger in the mirror. Though sometimes it does seem That I know him That I have known him for long Yet he is a stranger. He beckons…… With wild and hypnotic gesticulations Invites me to the other side Of the glass barrier. He promises me of infinite treasures Happiness and bliss On the other side. Yet, I do not go Nor do I answer his call. Because I fear. I fear that- The stranger in the mirror Might just be Me.
There was a poem about mirror last year in my 10th std..I don't remember the writer. Something like Sylvia Plath..:..It was about a lady.. who looked into the mirror and thought it to be her best friend. But, the mirror was faithful and it always showed the truth.. The lady was unhappy..But, the things went on.. The lady was unhappy to see herself growing older.
