Merciless Mirror Poem by Soma Mukherjee

I hate my mirror; it shows me ugly things, which I dread
Reflections of ghosts, vampires, ghouls and of the living dead
Yes it does, every time I look in the mirror it hurts my soul
For it invariably, fearlessly shows me reflection of all my fouls

Some days it just a ghost that I see
A person refusing to move on, that’s me
Crying, cribbing but not let go of the past
Hurting but still enjoying it like an enthusiast
Holding on to the grudges, let them re run
Ignoring the pleas and cries of the near ones
Killing their love, chopping all ties like a butcher
Living in the past dead to the present and the future
Yes I am that ghost

Some days it’s just a vampire I see
A person living on others like a parasite, that’s me
Cheating and swindling which is today quite rife
Using others till I have sucked every dropp of their life
Cries and pleas of others can’t reach me
I stay away from light as it can reform the leech in me
Fear me, curse me, loathe or ire
I will keep biting and sucking life to build my empire
Yes I am that vampire

Some days it’s just a ghoul I see
Feeding on others miseries, yes that’s me
Have robbed people, even the dead haven’t been spared
Looted hotels, shops, homes, left people scarred and scared
Stolen identities, hacked systems, left people in despair
I am here to earn too, so what if I don’t play fair
The way I see it it’s just threshing a grain
The weaker being eaten up by the stronger, isn’t it the food chain
Yes I am that ghoul


And then some days it’s just a living dead I see
If breathing, eating and moving is being alive then yes that’s me
I chose to ignore all the cries of help
I see all the mistreats and do not yelp
There is no way you can get me involved in others mess
That’s the work of the help groups, government and the press
I keep my senses, mind, and heart close to all that is wrong or unfair
I have my own set of problems why then should I listen to yours or care
Yes I am that living dead

I have to stop looking in the mirror and listen to my soul
It will only curse me, show the real me, more I scroll.
I have survived so far living this way, haven’t I?
Then why take the pain to get up, wake up and open my eye.