My Dressing Mirror
See me seated in front of my dressing mirror, And there I exchange candid conversations with my own reflection. To him alone I pour my heart out. I let him in on every single secret I might keep.
On my rainy days, when my life is hitting the curbs, and nothing is working out and I’m feeling dejected. When I’m back home, I take a seat at the same spot, in front of my dressing mirror. And there he is, my own reflection, right on time, always on time.
He is a true friend indeed, always knows when a friend is in need. With him, I can be the real me; pour my heart out and cry, rivers and streams of tears without ever feeling judged. He tells me if I share my woes then maybe I might find some healing. So here it goes, I’m staring right into his eyes, and that is my own reflection. I see his blank unassuming face. He gives no impressions. But deep down I know he is eagerly listening.
