House of Mirrors

She never understood why these Men were so nice to her,
They found her sense of humour hilarious and her
point of view intriguing.
She never questioned their uxorious compliments,
cause they always made her feel special and blissful.
When she saw the same Men treat her friends like
insects, she felt that there is something wrong with
her company, but she never really had the need to
probe in.



Now, many a year have past, Men,she never
understood why there were so many of them
and why none of them were around Now.
Now, she pauses eagerly after her jokes,
her ears wide awake to hear those loud
laughters and cheesy compliments, but all
that come back are empty glances and
sarcastic smirks.
The Once huge friendlist seemed to be
dissolving everyday and those numbers that
kept ringing 24/7 on her cell-phone she could
hardly remember Now.
Now when her Mobile beeps, her anxious
hands browse through the messages, just to
find out it's yet another of those Automated
Voice-mails, some people refer to as SPAM.

Her friday nights, that used to be filled
with lively chatter, pleasing music and champagne
are cold and lonesome, all she can hear is the
TV in the background with ugly people in the
commercials telling her how to look young
and beautiful again.

"Now", she sits in the dark corner thinking for the
very first time, what good is the youth and beauty
to her ? For, what good were the Men
who came and left as the uninvited guests.
Why would the mirror lie to her, for she
was never as spectator.
Mirrors, yes...! Mirrors were all around
that lied with every reflection.
For, she never let the light pass through her,
all she saw were the carnal reflections
of her self.
In this vanity fair,
she was strangled in the "House of Mirrors" all along.