I wake up with new dreams every day
My dreams make me the perfect
I checked my beauty with the mirror
It makes s me proud of my glamour
Mirror is taking me to great heights
I turned and looked into the mirror
Something is happening in its layer
A man looking at me a sternly
I felt my physical and inner strength splitting
Two people in the same spot
Both in and out, something is happening
Deadly silence, making arbitration
Both saying I am perfect
Each one yelling the fact of moral
Need to know who good one is
How to merge with the shadow behind
I said we are one, so come to me
I am perfect and proud of the moral
He is not willing to come to me
I got mad because of the loss
I never can close my eyes from the mirror
Suddenly the whole atmosphere changed
Behind the mirror, he tried to smile
While smiling slowly the face began breaking
I was helpless to do anything
My part has broken terribly
I have possessed this beautiful since childhood
All gets broken without my concern
I still do not know exactly who I am
A person in between, one has been already dead
Now I am devoid of that beauty
So built my beauty with cheap morality
Now I am not beautiful
Because the mirror has taken my pride
And I still need a mask to clarify for everyone
That it is me.
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Thanks Dara
Kiya haal hain Arun. Darpan acha movie. It reminds me of the horror movie, Mirrors by James Lipton and Tim Daly. I hope to be one of your friends.