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.                
What a powerful entry to peomhunter. welcoem Anirbit! ~ lovely poem, and i would want to say that 'mere rhyme does not make poetry'! keep writing! Preets
Anirbit - There are many who would comment with negativity, forgive them like a true poet that you are! Just excuse their innocence, as they know not what poetry is. Like Nalini, Padma & Lawrence said before me, your imagery are fantastic and they are appreciable. Just go ahead and do not stop writing for us here. A 10 here for your talent.
as the great ravitej once said - 'its a crime, not to have a rhyme'
A fantastic beautiful read! The images are terrific! I'm jealous...LOL. I wish that 'Voice' had been mine! Nice, Anirbit. L
Anirbit...looks like a spiritual experience unless it is just poetic imagination...hope it helps you write great poetry...this is a very good poem...with good flow and content... Welcome to PH...love...nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Anirbit....That is a grand entry poem....It takes wings and soars! ! The imagery and your thought process is deep and resonates. Welcome to PH! ! And a resounding 10. TO