A Stranger In My Mirror Poem by Deependra Kumar Jha

A Stranger In My Mirror

Rating: 5.0


Today,
I saw someone in my mirror
with distressed look,
tired face
and strange reflections
What floored me was,
he appeared like me
I have followed him for years
He has seen me off every morning
beckoning hands in expectation
He has greeted me with smile,
and essayed to wash away
the mournfulness
& the feeling of failures

Ain't it the same mirror,
hanging on the wall mutely,
always showing my reflections?
For years,
I have witnessed a beaming face in it
someone with whom,
I have shared all my felicities
and the moments of despair
I have felt in him,
all my gratifications & anxieties
But, his face looked strange today
seems,
the mirror has kiboshed showing
my contemplations
Though, a sculpture still appears inside,
why can't I see into his eyes today?

I contemplated once again
Why I see myself as an alien today?
Is it because of,
The selfishness that forced me
to sacrifice the moral values?
or the laziness that encouraged me
to shy away from social responsibilities?
or the foolishness that inspired me
to compromise my principles?
or the carelessness that impelled me
to disobey the spiritual notions?

Something has changed for sure
I don't know,
what caused change in me?
I ask the stranger in the mirror
Is it only me?
If I have changed,
so has the rest of world!
why should I feel embarrassed?
The stranger reacted impotently,
'If you have no courage to see a mirror,
how can you stand tall among others? '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sathyanarayana M V S 02 February 2009

This is a great concept on which I read few poems and stories earlier. Well composed. But I felt the poem was stretched too long, with some repitition especially in second stanza. Overall this is a great effort. One of the best poems I ever read. A little economy of words would have made it ever better.

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Indira Babbellapati 04 February 2009

mirror mirror on the wall...! !

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Seema Aarella 03 February 2009

Mirror is an effective tool that can reflect our hidden emotions....It is not just a bodily reflection but our own consciousness staring at us...It is true, it becomes extremely difficult to meet eyes with our reflection when we do not have a clear conscience! ! ! ! ...good write! ! ! ! ! !

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Alison Cassidy 03 February 2009

The splendid title mirrors beautifully the poetic subject of this poem - one which is both insightful and elusive. Your final stanza is very fine indeed, but the middle of the poem says too much, I believe. You don't need to dot every I and cross every T in order to get your message across. Some careful editing would improve this excellent poem. I was also intrigued by a couple of colloquial expressions which jarred a bit - 'what floored me' and 'kiboshed my contemplations'. Nonetheless, you are certainly a poet worth reading. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Vernon Eaker 03 February 2009

I loved this piece, a wonderfully brilliant look at ones self, insightful and delightful writing. another 10

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Ridge Cahill 03 February 2009

The mirror always has much to say, yet the questions it always asks of the reflection are never easy to answer - you've capture the essence of such a concept - bravo!

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