Ruchi Mahajan

She looked into the mirror, to the familiar glimpses of an elderly face, The glow of the eyes fading, the charms of youth receding, The fine lines glowing and the folds of the skin, oh, off base.   Hesitantly, she asked, oh mirror, oh mirror, What purpose do I serve now, since my body is all worn out, The wrinkles seem to get deeper, and the greys cover my once shiny blacks, all about.   The mirror looked at her and smiled, let me tell you the truth, You are not your face or your wrinkles, nor are you the color of your hair, You are not a painting or art piece to be judged for its perfection, Nor is an object up for discard after it goes through its wear and tear.   You are a beauty, my dear, a timeless one, you should know, And timeless are your life experiences, the wisdom you behold, That face you hold in contempt has seen many storms, It grew the immunity of endless seasons, of scorching heat and freezing cold.   Your wrink...

  There's  a little voice inside you, Which speaks to you, in silence, It has no rush tone, no blaring prompts, It’s gentle and humble, no violence.   This voice shows you the way, That way, which you couldn’t find, It's nothing but the sound of God, The mind, body and soul aligned.   Let go of all your fears, it says, this universe is yours, It absorbs you in its cradle, Your good and bad it endures.   Meet this transient world, With neither grasping nor fear, Trust the unfolding of life, and Its serenity will become clear.   Remember, to be good, Remember, to be kind, You wouldn’t tread this path again, So, share as much love as you can find.   The world is filled with critics, The ones who barely see the good in you, Forgive them, for they don’t know yet, How beautiful, how divine, it is in you.   So, listen to this little voice, Which speaks to you in silence, It has all the ans...