Gazing stupidly  at my own reflection upon the mirror

     As I say passively “ Mirror, mirror, tell the truth “

     I am bemused at my own facetiousness

     A wan face speaking little of life , dull eyes , broken lips

     That occasionally crack into a recognizable smile

     Yet there isn’t much happiness looming behind this grin

     A waft of disheveled tresses , swishing across the glass upon the mirror

     All reflections of a small, fragile , petite self both within and outside

     What if I wanna change  my image upon the mirror ?

      If I wanna be a total different self upon the mirror as it shows ?

      Come, break the walls , the barriers between you and me

      ‘ you’, my image upon the glass , as I look now

      Lets transform you , my image

      Lets  give you a free rotation, a vertical flip, or a horizontal one, ‘edit’ you , ‘resize’ you and all that lot

     Then will you be my loyal friend , my  complementary self ?

     You won’t betray me, will you ?

    Coz if I wanna smile, would you smile for me ?

     And even if I cry, would you smile for me ?

     And enliven thy mortified self, killing softly thy pain

     I look upon you, my reflected self , the girl in the mirror  

     Don’t betray me , don’t hurt me…

    All these just a figment of stupid imagination , just stray thoughts on a solitary evening

    Yet dreams must not  be banished, even if they are not real

     Imaginations shouldn’t be trampled down in memory

     I wanna say, even if I die

     That girl in the mirror shouldn’t

     An icon , a creation of thy  imagination

     Thy image , ‘ the girl in the mirror ‘