Mirror – Mahek Jangda – English Poetry – The Habitat Studios


I can see the flowery pink curtains that cover the open window I can feel the wild wind enter the premises and promise, to break my favourite blue lamp. I can see the black guitar which I always thought
was too big for my hands I can see the large poster of Messi that has loyally stayed stuck on my wall since I was 15 I am standing in front of a mirror but I cannot see my own reflection for I do not know who I am, anymore. Tiny braids in my long brown hair
fly out the back window of the car I wave at the passers-by and smile dreamily
to behave like I am in a movie That day at age 6, I told my father
that I wanted to be an actress. But when you are born with 3.5 kilograms
of flesh and bone instead of 2 and a half the doctor sends you back home
with a sticker that says ‘This baby
weighs more than average’ When at life’s every stage you
wage a war with the words- ‘Plump’, ‘Chubby’, and even ‘Cute’ Noone has to humiliate you.
You, already know. Noone told me that I would not become an
actress because noone knew that I wanted to. Noone told me that I would
or would not lose any weight because noone knew that I wanted to. And so one night, standing in front of the very same mirror, with skin that screamed ‘I
want to be on the big screen!’ Little, by little… I ripped it apart until the layer that wanted to act fell out.. and was flushed down the drain. I was 12 years old when I said
I wanted to change the world. But someone told me that the world
was too large and I was too little. When I said I was one in a million, I was told that the world population
count goes into billions. And I, I didn’t fight I just went and proved them right,
because that night, I cried. Until my second layer,
was shred into pieces. It’s funny how you can lose so many
layers and still not lose any weight. When I wanted to sing and
dance and see the world, I was pushed into a college that only taught you how to make money and instead of using this opportunity to do both, I shed. Layer by layer, I shed it all until I had no plans, no hopes no dreams, no desire to collect some gold
or to grow old or to do anything at all. I shed everything, in the
name of being a strong girl. Even my tears, that were only
trying to tell me the truth. Until one day opportunity
knocked on my door It waited, and waited.
It banged loud and clear but in all the shedding, I had no
hands left to answer its call. I had no voice to tell it that I had been
waiting for it all my life. Hell! I didn’t even have any ears, to
listen and to know that it was there. The human mind is a funny place,
it will continue in a cycle until you tell it that the
path to growth is not round It is to be found by moving forward By moving out of your comfort zone of ‘Life has made
this difficult for me and hence I’m not going to do it.’ I have come to believe that
self-victimization is a drug. Your mind lures you into giving up everything
and then makes you believe that you had nothing Your constant cries of ‘Why me?!’
sound like music to your brain. But they’re not. They’re cries of you locked
up behind walls of how fate treated you wrong I was locked up behind bars
of why destiny chose only me to take through a path full
of thorns, not realizing that the only person who held the
key to that door, was me. Noone can hurt you as much
as you can hurt yourself. I was never bullied, or tortured
for being a plump kid. I was punished by me, myself. I started excusing myself from
everything I wanted to do by telling me that life had
made the environment hostile That it was testing me, that
it was playing games with me, that I was its favourite experiment. Until I realized that victimizing
myself was like being a car driven by someone else
with just the brakes on Except that there is no other driver It is just you and the road and you
can choose to keep moving forward or to keep taking U-turns,
it is your choice. I stand in front of the very same
mirror in search for my own reflection I see nothing. Because even though I’ve realised it I
do not want to patch the old layers back onto my body because I want
to keep moving forward. I stand in front of the very same mirror in
search for my own reflection, I see nothing. Nothing to go back to,
nothing to crib about Nothing to blame life for. I stand in front of the very same mirror
and I search for my own reflection I, see nothing. Because it is not a mirror anymore It is the only piece of shattered
glass in the world that screams of happiness. Because it knows
that a little girl broke it to step out of her mind’s cage,
to spread her wings, and to fly.

41 thoughts on “Mirror – Mahek Jangda – English Poetry – The Habitat Studios

  1. Tumhra kuc nhi hoga yaar hindi bolo na yaar taki hum v dek ske tumhara tarif kar sake…. This is the INDIA ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ

  2. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜–

  3. English๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข
    Hindiโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธ

  4. I feel so me after listening to this! So relatable! I just loved it… I m waiting for more like this๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

  5. It's relatable and inspiring… Well written and beautifully presented… Somewhere, it motivated me…
    Thank you for writing such a beautiful piece…๐Ÿ˜Š

  6. M gonna save this for life long aur shayad he kisi din sunna miss ho.

  7. When I was in secondary level, I wanted to do anything that came as opportunity. But I, being not so popular kid was never chosen for that.
    And in high-school when there were so many opportunities for me and I could actually get involved in there, I had no intrests and hopes. Coz I had killed them all.
    It makes no sense that I am sharing this but this poem is so damn relatable

  8. Mirror by Mehak Jangda…. Is a poem that makes person to realise his own potential..

    "Impossible is the new Possibility"

  9. hey bro it was awesome I too write poems can you help me anyway I too have an blogspot as Stardomindustries1.blogspot.com

  10. Great stuff Mahek. Inspite of being your teacher, I can admit without a moment of hesitation that it is I who has learned a lot from you, via your poems, "Mirror" specifically. Very thought provoking and profound!

  11. 2:17 college never thought how to make money… College make us worker just useful employees for RIch people… If college though about money then why Bill Gates is billionaire and why not your teacher or Proffecer…

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  13. โ€œConstant cries of why me sounds like music to your brainโ€
    amazing.

  14. wowwwwwwww… ammazingly outstanding, the way you recited about the ocean inside you. Very Well Done!

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  16. ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ

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