That Stranger In The Mirror

Today i looked yet again at that stranger in the mirror
and the unsmiling face stared back at me, in stoney silence...
i tried telling her it's okay to be wronged -
'coz it's nothing new:
'coz it has happened so many times before -
but she kept her stoney silence, and would not listen...

i looked deep into her eyes -
and thought i saw the hurt and the pain -
and, wait, something else, a memory of the pain -
of what had happened a long, long time ago -
i thought she had forgotten that tearful chapter -
but no, i could clearly see -
the hurt and the pain...
the furrows and the lines -
and i thought i saw - a tiny tear in her left eye...

I tried telling the face it's okay -
but she still stared in stoney silence...
and though she said not a word -
i feel, i finally understand,
that the hurt and the pain -
were never gone - it's still there...
and though a thick layer of scab had grown there,
over the years that had gone by -
the wound beneath had not healed...
it is still there: bleeding and raw...

For it has happened yet again -
when a good intention had been wronged...
and she was made to face the music -
for things that she had not done - intentionally...
so i do not wonder when i see that stoney look -
for i know she could handle all the blows,
no matter how hard the monsoon wind blows...
and in my heart i know that she knows:
there will be sunshine at the end of the tunnel -
she knows she will see the light again as it glows...

For it has always guided her along the most difficult paths -
and shown her the place where the light touches her heart...
and shines in her eyes... and rekindles the love -
and brings the smiles back to her lips again...