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.