Journey into the self

Closing his eyes, he sets his sails,
This voyage promises unprecedented tales,
He knows this...he takes a deep breath,
He's nervous...it's not about life and death.

He gropes around in the dark...the search for truth,
He'll leave no stone unturned...the energy of youth,
He's in a free fall...there's no sucking gravity,
There's bliss at the end of this black cavity.

A faint light turns into a lighting shower,
His eyes shine...he feels his inner power,
Reflecting mirrors up to the shining brim,
He stares into them...This can't be him!!

He's lost, perplexed...a vomiting sensation...he faints,
His self restored, looks into the eyes of unseen saints,
The mirrors are still there...Shining more than ever,
He wants to know the truth...his anxious endeavor.

The lights turn to projectors and the mirrors- screens,
A reflection of his life...clear and hazy scenes,
A repository of images...Most known, some unknown,
Myriads of faces...each different, the name- his own,

The man he was...is...a man- unauthentic...fake,
Masking the true self in the shadows for others' sake,
A face crying to be released...to be free,
If only...he could hear its frantic plea...

What he is...what he should be...they remotely meet,
Like two unknown strangers passing in the street,
The real appears to be a bleary mirror,
If only...its vision could be clearer...

The choices he made...not his true choice,
The voices that echoed...verily, not his voice,
The faces that altered...not his real face,
If only...he could find his absolute space...

The truth dawns...there's tears in his eyes,
The past flashes...a cheat in disguise,
He tears his mask...unveils his self,
He has learnt his lesson...be yourself..