When the mirror saw her story;
She looked tired from a distance,
worn out from carrying the weight
on her back constantly
to keep everyone happy,
bending to the whims of others
maintaining balance and peace.
Avoiding her own intellect
she reluctantly flowed along the
other’s will because even her own people
didn’t struggle to gauge what she was capable of.
She used to be baffled
when people didn’t understand
the meaning of keeping their own words
Though she didn’t expect much
yet some needle-like voice stung her
and always said ‘I told you so’.
There were days she ignored, but then
sometimes submitting to her inner voice
she started off again
preparing her own tiny world.
Not being able to build beyond a sea castle
she finds herself again
very well aware of the consequences from the start
of her castle being washed away
not because of natural ways
but her own people trampling
over it again and again.
But when that mirror saw her up close
There was a different side of her
existing only in the wild imaginations.
Far from reality but a sacred, truer side.
Though her body didn’t
but her soul radiated enormous confidence.
She might be socially inept
but in front of that mirror
she let her soul win over the body
in the most beautiful, inspiring ways.
Dancing her woes away
or the struggles,
or the pain she had to endure
while trying hard to be accepted by others
There, at that moment
she celebrated herself to be free of shackles.
admitting herself the most beautiful being
while breathing freely.
When most people were afraid
of facing themselves
No one could beat her
in accepting herself the way she was.
For this sight
her mirror wished, begged
to come out of her shell
and show the insensitive world
what a sensitive, caring, honest, blunt
soul is capable of.
Enough hiding behind the curtains
it’s her show now
she must come out and play
the way she is designed to play.