Two Poems – ‘Mirage’ – In search of the Soul
Two Poems – ‘Mirage’ – In search of the Soul
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THE HOLLOW SELF
Faces, faces, all around me!
They make me sad, they make me happy.
The look in their facades has many shades.
They hit me hard. They touch me soft.
The look in their facades has many fakes.
They widen their teeth. They narrow their brows.
Underneath that smile, lies a devil.
Underneath that grudge, lies an angel.
They bewilder me. They rebuff me.
Faces, faces all around me!
It makes me wonder
Why such a blunder?
The look is different from what is within!
But I happen to see the reflection,
And found something odious:
“FACE IS THE INDEX OF MIND” – they say:
But I could see nothing of the self!
So many faces and So many masks!
The within is lost somewhere…
In the crowd of nowhere!
The truth is lost somewhere…
In the midst of a hollow sphere!
The grudge, the smile, the devil, the angel,
All in this hollow self.
But the within is missing….
Faces, faces all around me!
THE RUN
It was all about running.
The entire tenure entailed the running.
Away from the crowd,
Away from the shroud,
It was all about running.
To search for an individual identity,
He ran away from the crowd.
To make his life full of fame,
He ran away from the shroud.
It was all about running.
The entire tenure entailed the running.
But in this run of life,
He happened to turn back and see my footprints.
Why was he running –
Away from the crowd?
Away from the shroud?
Or
Was he running –
Away from the Self?
I was his epitome
He ran away from me!
I was his Quintessence
He ran away from me!
The entire tenure entailed the running.
Running gave meaning to his life
But his life – I – was missing!
He ran away from me.
He ran away from me.
The fame, the name, the fret, the prêt,
He ran away from and he ran for…
But never did he grasp
He ran away from me!
But never did he comprehend
He ran away from me!
He ran and ran and ran
Running gave meaning to his life
But – I – was missing!
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