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’’!