Mirror, Mirror

A familiar reflection — familiar, yet unknown.
Scary. I can see, and yet I can’t.

It changed with time, yet somehow… it’s the same.

Aged on the outside, but still child’s play within?

Withering — yet so alive.

On a clear path to death… but not just yet.

Wisdom — a mere concept of not knowing.

Experienced, maybe.
Yet helpless in so many ways.
Full of ideas, yet clueless in life’s essentials.

Happiness lost its importance — yet I’m satisfied.
Knowing gave way to fewer, more fundamental questions.

The eyes remain — deep, curious, pained.
Gates to the depths of life’s scars… and its joys.
All too familiar. Yet still unknown.

Do I see wear and tear? Yes.
Aged — gracefully, maybe — but not old.
A curious look… darting, yet soft.
Compassion in the corners.
Honesty? I can’t see it.
Conviction — yes.
Maybe honesty can’t be reflected.
Pain can.

A flicker of sadness —Nothing destructive,
Just the residue of a lived life.
Signs of life, carved into skin and features.
Yet room remains — for more.
Calm on the surface.
Maybe within, too?

Manly — perhaps.
But with a feminine gentleness.
Wrinkles forming.
A few age spots?
So much on the surface —Yet far more beyond.
A familiar reflection — one among billions.
Unique in its own way.

Special? Unimportant.
Unique? Useless.
Alive?
Yes.

It’s looking back at me.
Curious, too.
But it can’t satisfy mine.

A union of sorts.
Friendly, at least.
Not always loving.
Often hurting.
It’s mine —
Is it?

It’s like mine…
Yet is it?

A reflection of a concept —Of me.
Formed by life.
Ever-changing.
Hopefully evolving.
Living.
Loving.
Learning.
Feeling — all of it.
Human. Humane.

Unfazed by life’s challenges —Hope as a last resort.

Joy in life — the true fuel.

Namaste
Armaan