As I stand gazing at my mirror image, my reflection

Looking back at me with eyes mute but faintly accusatory

Asking a hundred questions with reproving eyes

Not a word is uttered by the quiet lips

But the silence is pregnant with queries hanging in abeyance

One can cheat the world with indifferent nonchalance

Hiding all vestiges of guilt mushrooming in the soul

Yet when standing before once own conscience

All hypocrisy is wasted and is of no avail

For one may not know anything but knows oneself thoroughly

All facades are droped all camouflage washed away

And we stand stripped naked to the blatant truth

Lies are like bubbles burst soon into tears of remorse

Or like paper roses that are covered by cobwebs with Time

And lose all the borrowed fragrance only too soon

Like mirages that lure you into the depth of arid wasteland

All fabrications are seemingly magnificient but lack substance

And all liars in their hearts have tewinges of repentance

If one is innocent the whole world cannot make him feel remorse

He may be frustrated by people’s distrust and accusations

But he can look at himself unflinchingly in the mirror

Having a dialogue with self without losing eye contact

For no one can lie to himself

So try not to be unsullied in the eyes of all

But just to look at yourself unwavering in the mirror

The mirror is transparent it never lies…