In my quest to find myself,

I gaze into the mirror, into my eyes,

believing there I truly reside.

But my eyes whisper back—

“Who is watching?”

Disappointed, I shift my search,

placing my mind upon my heart.

“Is this truly me?” I ask.

My heart beats in reply—

“When I race, who feels fear?

Who trembles with love, with longing?

Who is dreds the thought

That I might stop beating?

And when I stop—

who is the one that fades?”

I look for myself in pain when I weep

In pleasure when I laugh 

But with time, pain healed

 pleasures died 

Like the footprints swallowed by the tide

Am i an idea of myself, crafted by me?

Or reflection of me engraved on onlookers eyes?

I thought I must stop walking on a way to find myself,

Yet i move, to keep the promise i made to someone I forgotten 

I’ve travelled so far and lost among crowd of me

Crowd of contradictions and variations 

Of one’s travelled the road i travelled. 

Each searching yet each lost.

Except one. 

A warrior emerges from the crowd 

The one who shattered his doubt

Striding forward swinging his blade

He eliminates illusions, crowd fades trampling corpse he came for me at last

To execute forgotten promise i made

He raises his sword, shining with light,

declaring:

“Let yourself go.”

Sword flares, wisdom shinning bright

Pleasant Light torching me, him and every illusion at sight

Everything gone nothing remains 

With a sigh, in the nothingness

I see myself when Its empty

And there, Beyond darkness and light

Beyond pleasure and plight 

Its there i truly reside

I gaze into the mirror, into my eyes,

believing I reside there.

But my eyes whisper back—

“Who is watching?”

Disappointed, I shift my search,

placing my mind upon my heart.

“Is this truly me?” I ask.

My heart beats in reply—

“When I race, who feels fear?

Who trembles with love, with longing?

Who is dreds the thought

That I might stop beating?

And when I stop—

who is the one that fades?”

I look for myself in pain when I weep

In pleasure when I laugh 

But with time, pain healed

 pleasures died 

Like the footprints swallowed by the tide

Am i an idea of myself, crafted by me?

Or reflection of me engraved on onlookers eyes?

I thought I must stop walking on a way to find myself,

Yet i move, to keep the promise i made to someone I forgotten 

I’ve travelled so far and lost among crowd of me

Crowd of contradictions and variations 

Of one’s travelled the road i travelled. 

Each searching yet each lost.

Except one. 

A warrior emerges from the crowd 

The one who shattered his doubt

Striding forward swinging his blade

He eliminates illusions, crowd fades trampling corpse he came for me at last

To execute forgotten promise i made

He raises his sword, shining with light,

declaring:

“Let yourself go.”

Sword flares, wisdom shinning bright

Pleasant Light torching me, him and every illusion at sight

Everything gone nothing remains 

With a sigh, in the nothingness

I see myself when Its empty

And there, Beyond darkness and light

Beyond pleasure and plight 

Its there i truly reside

~ Jai Gaikwad