Anirbit Mukherjee - The Voice

I was walking away from the mirror,
I was walking away from my shadow,
I wanted to fade away in terror,
I listened to my sky and its bellow..

It was an epiphany from within,
Born beyond my mortal self,
It was from a crescendo of hopes,
Which untill now had lead me nowhere.

I heard a voice,
As if from the mirror but floating from far away,
A quaint music from far way lands settled into my flute,
A clear dictum set in sincere tune,
A verdict in the winds of the lonely afternoon
Floating down the rolling hill and valleys,

A voice that tore,
through the quagmires of insecurities,
A voice that rebuilt,
the forlorn mansion of reason.
A voice that supported,
the despondent recluse.

I walked back to the mirror,
The echoes of that voice still resonate,
As I walk on this dreary path,
The voice sings on its own accord,
And I walk along, And I walk on.
The voice sings on.

Anirbit Mukherjee

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