A Mysterious Voice Poem by Valsa George
A Mysterious Voice
From here and there
I hear him speak
His voice, falling in mild whispers
But he always plays hide n’ seek
At times he speaks loud n’ clear
Sometimes so harsh and stern
How he denies my wild longings
With a stubborn ‘Yes’ or ‘No’
What magic and mystery in him stored
I am at a loss to gauge
Amid the shards of my broken sleep
I often struggle to decipher his mysterious codes
I sought after him ever and ever
Down the nights and through the days
Taking him to be one from the dead
I searched him through avenues dark
Along aisles of the dead lain in rows
And in the hallways of fame
But he eluded me like a mysterious sprite
Prancing around and hiding about
When I give up my search after him
He shouts and whistles amid the din
And I see faint truths suddenly uncoiling
With a clearer perspective of life coming into view
At the end of my incessant search
I chanced to meet him within my own self
Peering into my depths, I saw him, his face veiled
And a balance held obliquely in his hands
Lifting the veil from his countenance
I saw him clear, clear as in a mirror
Someone with such commanding air
And stern with an impassive demeanour
In the still pool of the engulfing silence
I heard him introduce himself
His sound ringing so distinct and clear
Leaving echoes in the hall of stillness
“I am CON- SCI-ENCE, your alter ego
Listen to me, you shall not stray’’!
Thank....! I initially thought you were referring to Him. Your poignant narrative is superb!
A beautiful, thought provoking encounter with self. Searching within unveils great wisdom. Thank you.
“I am CON- SCI-ENCE, your alter ego Listen to me, you shall not stray’’! A great poem by any standards, Really appreciated the breakup of conscience as CON_SCI_ENCE, like breakup of History as His-Story.
Such a phenomenal piece.......Valsa.......I am really lost in my conscience.........You are amazing....a sure 10
Great poem about our conscience that we seldom listen to, he is always here trying to stop us from doing wrong things but we don't listen and that's why we find ourselves n predicaments. Thanks for sharing this fantastic poem Valsa. Siya_! !
This is fantastic, Valsa. I really love it when I meet and read poems that express the same ideas as mine in a different way. You were very right that we both express the same ideas in this poem and in the whiff of conscience on my page. The mysterious voice, our conscience, an excellent poem. Many thanks for pointing this out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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wow! you have taken the reader surprisingly to the end personifying an abstract idea, I felt I am walking through a lane with many twists and turns and suddenly reached an amazing, unexpected spot...believe Valsa ma'am I experienced this.