A real reflection
Why I looked so beautiful in mirror?
Was that indication of grave error?
Was the mirror so furious about my nature?
Was it unnatural for it to forecast my future?
People used to call me as an ugly man
I was feeling so much shame as human
Was I the only one blessed with darkness on face?
Why God was kind enough to cause me embarrass?
“He ugly, where are you going” people used to tease
They seemed to get joy and feel so pleased
This was causing me pain and agony in mind
Why people behaved in different manner with posture so unkind?
No one looked at my kindness and generosity
I used to help poor and aged with simplicity
I never refused anybody and maintained amity
Many may come and console me on the condition of anonymity
I suffered severe setback in mind and most hated person
No one cared even to ask me for explanation and troubled without any reason
Was it to be taken as curse from almighty or consider it as living hell?
Nothing was going normal and time too was not proving very well
Why then mirror was deceiving its quality as true reflector?
Why was I forced to live in falsehood with wrong indicator?
If mirror was the real reflection then someone was playing game?
Who else were there answerable for the total mess and to be blamed?
I gathered the strength and again stood before the naked mirror
Why was I feeling so much agitated in mind with furor?
I saw the face with two eyes, mouth nose without any terror
Everything was there as expected to be in human without any censor
What small patches and black face had to do with my identity?
I stood there as human being with all parameters of entity
I tried to understand the difference between outer and inner look
I definitely out scores them as gentleman but did not label them as crook
I did not try to find any excuse to blame the human mentality
I could well define and understood the reason behind futility
Though I stood condemned in their eyes for being ugly and clumsy
So many painted me as noble human being and drew the picture rosy
Soon I was to prove both mirror and people very wrong in their concept
They were wholly not true to their character and correct
They were to discharge their function as true representative
Who were we on earth to judge His creation and prove insensitive?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Part Of The Wall
I know you just don't fit in,
I know no one likes you,
I know what you are going through.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You were born with superpowers,
The ones that make you invisible girl,
You look at your self and say ugly,
But when I do I see beauty.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You just love your self,
Cause you don't fit in,
Yeah, I know what that fells like.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Close your eyes,
And think of the friends you have,
Laughing with you,
You are popular in my eyes.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You are the wall paper,
Reds, green, and blue,
You might never fit in,
But don't worry,
I'll be friends with you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
poem by Brianna King
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Mirror To Mirror
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
song performed by by America
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Mirrors Never Lie
Looking into a mirror, can reveal the deepest secrets a person has.
It tells you who you really are, even if you’re trying to hide it.
It’s amazing what people can hide, when they smile or laugh.
They can be the saddest people in the world and no one will ever know.
Except a mirror.
You may be able to lie to others,
But when you look into a mirror, you can’t lie to yourself.
The mirror shows you what’s inside, and how you feel.
It tells you how beautiful you really are, and it shows you.
Looking into the mirror is like looking into your soul,
You look at yourself, you judge yourself.
But you see more than normal people do when you look in a mirror.
Because they only see you from the outside.
So remember that the next time you look in a mirror,
You are looking at your true self,
Because mirrors never lie.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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Find mirror
Mirror is like child
Knows nothing and act as blind
With no input there is no output
It won't work if only ideas are shoot
You may be liberal at heart
That can be shown by anybody as an art
We are human being and very clever
Can hide anything till the end or forever
We pretend to be good and innocent
Still ask mirror to speak for us and present
It may never be liked by us for simple reason
As we are unfaithful as human being and person
Why don't you go to mirror before making overtures?
Embark on something new as an adventure
We are sure that we are heading for somebody's failure
Expect it to get through deception but still not very sure
We all know it yet blame the plain mirror
It may certainly reflect your complete error
The way you have gotten ill wealth along with joy
But alas! It is short lived and you may not enjoy
You be with truth and see the brightness son face
Nothing will be shadowed or hidden in any of the case
You are there to judge contentment and assurances
You have lived the life and it has not come by chance
It will be foolish to paint a character and vision as we like
Why someone should bother if you fall from sky like kite?
If you have become an arrogant man and see no one as your true friend
There can't be left anything like frustration and tragic end
You need not go before mirror and read face
You have your soul as real reflection to trace
Ask just simple question and wait for an answer
You may find an echo coming from deep corner
Wait and see what all you want now to see
Feel as bird to fly in air or having fruits on tree
You are guiltless creature having nothing to fear
Whether it is to be seen in mirror or heard in the ear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An ugly or bad face
It made her very sad and felt embarrassed
Situation developed all of sudden and not assessed
Circumstances too were hostile to be pressed
Emotions ran high and worries were suddenly traced
She did hide her face and almost wept
No one was ready to look at her and accept
Was it a good offer or to reject?
Who on the earth is so perfect?
I couldn’t say she was normal or ugly
She looked Intelligent but seemed so homely
Black spots were visible on the rough face
For her there was no one in the race
Right from the day one of her gaining consciousness
She faced all words of world with seriousness
She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness
Some concrete moves were on her part with fineness
Was she ugly and looked clumsy of her own?
Why people, friends offer her and disown?
Was she asking for precious stone or crown?
it was only honorable living without any frown
She moved easily with confidence and boldness
People still frowned with and offered coldness
She still surged ahead with disregards to all
It was need of the hour and urgent call
Nothing could shake her zeal and will power
She never looked below but always at peak or tower
Only cowards and weak look down with shyness
She was good at all move with bright success
Everybody may not look at and praise outer beauty
It was role of almighty who did his best duty
Who are we to criticize and insult the ugly person?
I find nothing new or wrong with any of the reason
someone from us liked her and offered rose
Millions of questions just invaded her mind and posed?
Was that the out come of trust in God she reposed?
She never thought of such and ideas tossed
Was that the inner strength in her which prevailed?
All far off chances even if not sure must be availed
Life is full of uncertainties and must be respected
One should search the soul and must be inspected
God has given us fine body with fertile mind
It must have generosity and pity of all kind
What is use of outer beauty if that can’t show?
All human ingredients which are essential to grow
She was not embarrassed now and stood erect
Nothing new was needed for her to feel correct
It was the an act of almighty to feel holy grace
What was there to worry about ugly or beautiful face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ask for self and justify
I ventured to ask self and justify
It did not give me any reason to satisfy
I never attempted or tried to defy
I felt so remorseful and tried to cry
I felt from inner most soul
There must be something wrong or foul
How an outer beauty can have so much importance?
It created confusion in mind at once
I was praised with many words
They even added it was blessing from the lord
I had seen many people with ugly faces
They were liked by many and in very good race
It baffled me day and night
Was my assertion very right?
Did it really matter with pretty look?
Or was it gimmick played by crook?
There was some substance behind
I was in mood and desaparate to find
I wanted to go into depth and realize
It was for self consumption and oblige
It is logical with such things to arise
It is not altogether any surprise
It had existed even long before
In one or other way it may come to the fore
We are clever human being
We may not fall in line or simply sing
We will not be carried away simply
We have all the reason and to asses it amply
I stood before the mirror
There was absolutely no error
From every angle I looked handsome
Still the thoughts were proving troublesome
It was not bad at all to feel very strange
But some solution was to be found and managed
It was for personal satisfaction
I preferred strong answer and no inaction
It weighted in favor of argument
Not the outer look was real assessment
It had no meaning if you were cruel but handsome
It was not benefiting to any but only to some
People may move around you with selfish motives
This may include your friends and close relatives
It is clearly known that you are meant for something else
The impression created by them is totally false
It frightened with the logical conclusion
There remained no more confusion
People were living standard life with honor
They were being highly treated with beautiful flowers
It adds to the existing personality
If you are gifted with outer beauty
It will give you some additional respect
You will be highly respected for your noble act
If these facts are know to you?
It will prove later on very true
You will face no criticism for being impolite
You will be known by your quality and right
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fantasies Of A Mirror Part-1
The mirror gasped as she stood in front of it with her tresses flowing longingly
The mirror looked in her dark brown eyes
The mirror admired her almost perfect lips
The mirror gazed longingly at her perfect hips
The mirror took her in its arms
The mirror embraced her reflection in itself
The mirror ran its fingers through her soft hair
The mirror kissed her lips a thousand times
The mirror bit her slender neck
The mirror whispered a thousand nothings in her ears
The mirror …..The mirror ……The mirror
The mirror left its love bites all over her soft warm body
poem by Leonard Rebello
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Mirroring
I looked through the mirrors
And saw my reflection
What I saw was darkness and suffering
It could chase any bright life away.
I looked through the mirror of death
And saw myself burning in hell
Screaming out in sweet torment
Enjoying this immortal condemn.
I looked through the mirror of hate
And saw myself taunting my enemies
I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.
I looked through the mirror of happiness
And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these
With these wrongful feelings.
I looked through the mirror of envy
And saw myself resentencing my friends
Cracking their hearts open with my words.
I looked through the mirror of fears
And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,
Not even He could shelter me.
I looked through mirror of sorrow
And saw myself buried in pain,
Having a knife at my wrist,
Ready to end this game
poem by C.F Francis
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Mirror, Mirror
Been looking for love
I never could find it
While Im standing here
And he is so blinded by her silly ways
He just cant imagine
Shes playing a game
A game that he played for so long, oh
I want him to know
Just how much I love him
I wanted to show
But he just believes
Im a friend he can trust
But I wanna touch him
I love him enough
To heal all the hurt in his heart
Oh yes I do but how do I start
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Can you tell me who to call?
When the one I love
Is loving someone who cant see
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Tell me if hell ever fall so in love with me
Or could it be its just make believe
Boy I had a dream
Or maybe a vision
That I was your queen
Cause I fit the slipper
You took me away
To happily ever
We laughed and we made
Sweet love till the sun came again
Oh yeah we did, hmm
But that was the end, oh
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Can you tell me who to call?
When the one I love
Is loving someone who cant see
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Tell me if hell ever fall so in love with me
Or could it be its just make believe
Oh, if youre looking for love
Its right in your face
Ive been waiting for you
So dont run away
Fairy tales can come true
If you believe
(they can come true if you believe)
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Can you tell me who to call?
When the one I love
Is loving someone who cant see
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Tell me if hell ever fall so in love with me
Or could it be its just make believe
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
I wanna know, I wanna know
Is he gonna know?
That Im loving him
And Im needing him
Or will he love someone who cant see
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Mirror, mirror
On the wall
song performed by by Kelly Price
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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Think Mirror Mirror Don’t You
Mirror Mirror Don’t You Think
Mirror mirror on the wall
Don’t you ever think?
When I wash in the bathroom sink
That I want to be alone but all I see
Is the mirror reflection of me
Copying my ever move
Staring at me just to prove
I’m alive at the most
Ah you’re so wrong for I’m a ghost
So for your wrong detection
I should show no reflection
So being the good ghost I am
I will let you off with a little crack
An if you do it again I will be back
With a hammer attack!
Mirror Mirror Don’t You Think
poem by Ken e Hall
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Mirror Mirror
My age you cannot me certain
This spell cannot be broken
Visions of eternal youth
We share one face together
Associates forever
Only you know the truth
Refrn:
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the master of them all?
Mirror Mirror split in two
Look at me, who are you?
I swim in my reflection
Mirror answer my question
Tell me what I want to hear
I see a perfect creature
Contracted human feature
I'll drown you with your vanity
Refrn
No, my life is beautiful
Refrn
song performed by by Helloween
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O' Mirror
All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
I see the quiet nature depicted on my complexion,
And I know my `self' is veiled by a humane mask.
In the mirror my image looks like any other human,
My hand-face-eyes all are normal and intact.
Yet behind that intact wall
How many wounded memories, how much pain of loss,
And emptiness lives
Only my heart knows.
Where does my heart live?
Nobody knows that, even the mirror does not.
Still I look at with deep wonder
To find where in my heart
Inconsistent pain and imperfections are;
In the outer shell of mine I find only indifference.
This mirror shows very strange image;
It does not find my own world, -
My emptiness, frustration, the heart breaking emotion-
It does not show me anything.
Only those impassive eyes look at me,
How much tribulation of heart it hides!
In the outer quiet nature none of that be found;
O' Mirror, show me the image of my heart, if you can.
poem by Riffat Samad
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Oh Mirror
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the THINNIST
One of all
Oh reflection,
I know its not me
I'm just too FAT
AND UGLY
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall
Who's the SKINNIEST
One of all
Oh reflection,
Stand up straight
Suck in your GUT
Then I may not hate
Mirror, mirror,
Clear and bright
Please don't WATCH
As I starve tonight
Oh reflection,
I'm stuck in this body
With food to fear
And you to HATE
Mirror, mirror,
Broken and shattered
Don't stare at ME
With this body battered.
poem by Lailani L.
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Nobody on the boat
It was not me at all
How could I have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient
How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality
I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known
Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing
Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error
The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention
Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?
It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover
I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nobody In The Boat
It was not me at all
How could have that much fall?
I was so resolute and brilliant
This looked something subservient
How can I look like cruel man?
I did all fine things for man and woman
How many institutions were run on charity?
They had fine display of standard and quality
I thought something had really gone wrong
The theme was entirely different from original song
The mirror had no real reflection of its own
But I was renowned man and well known
Till this time I was falsely made to believe
It was under falsehood that I presented and lived
It struck my mind that mirror is reminding me of something
It has altogether different picture for real thing
Even though I had escaped people’s attention
My conscious was there for its mention
It spoke gently when I was facing mirror
There absolutely no misjudgment or an error
The mirror was reminding me of impeding danger
I was about to face ire, rage and anger
People were trying to know about my intention
I was fool not to catch nerves and attention
Was this a stern warning to mend the ways?
Was it some signal to remind me of going away?
I thought of it and decided to shed the double life
How difficult it was to live on the edge of the knife?
It works on no particular principles
You may find many followers or disciples
But the moment their goal was over
You will be left alone to find the shield or cover
I laughed at the mirror impression
Though I was same but left me with depression
What would happen if I am dragged and made scapegoat?
I will have no shore, no friends or no body in the boat
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why do I look in you, at all,
For all I see is the same old me,
And not how I so want to be.
Mirror, mirror on the stairs,
Why do you show me many years,
A face with wrinkles everywhere,
Would anybody like my share.
Mirror, mirror near my bed,
In you I look with certain dread,
For creams and potions just don't work,
Behind them still the wrinkles lurk.
Mirror, mirror in the hall,
Seeing you makes me recall,
That I am now of senior age,
Well stuck into the wrinkles stage.
Mirror, mirror by the door,
How I hate you more and more,
I'm having to look the other way,
When my reflection's on display.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Mirror Mirror on the Wall
*couldn't find Two Souls Intertwined so here*
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Sit and watch me take my fall.
Reflect the world right back to me and mock me against it all.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. It’s not as it should seem.
The truths are lies the lies are truth and I can’t even scream.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You lie straight to my face.
Though the picture may be clear my mind you slowly erase.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You’re complexion is smooth and cold.
But beneath that reflecting beauty lies something worse than bold.
Walls that see my every move; that hear my every word.
Can you hear my heart beat quicken like a tiny caged bird.
Windows that show the freedom. Out there beyond my world.
What you paint is like the mirror; deceiving at every turn.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You see what’s in my hand.
Walls that know my secrets. I think you know my plan.
Windows that show my freedom. Shall I toss her out of you?
Face that reflects with a glimmer. Is this what you choose?
Eyes that stare back at me. I do not recognize.
The walls, the mirror, the windows too are all out for my demise.
Mind that’s been corrupted. Stare upon thy face.
If I destroy this ‘home’…shall I to be erased?
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You have seen me take my fall.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You were never there at all.
poem by Vanessa Kingsley
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Mother’s Mirror
There stood a full length mirror
in the bedroom of my mother.
It could be turned left or right
to see one side, or the other.
Either as you are, or magnified,
whichever I cared to see,
but when I spun the mirror fast,
the image wasn’t of me.
Other people were looking at me,
and not just one or two, or three.
They had gathered there together
for some reason that puzzled me.
I noticed their mouths moving,
as if they had something to say,
so I spun the mirror fast again,
but this time in the opposite way.
I could now see and hear them,
as clear as they could be.
“Stop spinning the mirror, ” they shouted,
“you’re making us dizzy.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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