A Voice within…

A Voice within… short poem

There is a voice in me,
I listen to barely.
Invisible as phantom shadows,
It haunts me, taunts me.

I sip some poison
Inebriated;
It flaunts me.
It knocks me off,
Scissors me in two,
‘Good or evil, whose baby are you’?

A thin line of heartbeat,
Buttresses compassion
The imp again gibes
‘So, giving into fashion’?

I listen now in dark-fearless,
I step out in sun-peerless,
Shadows fade,
My path is made.
The tone inside is new
‘Baby, who are you’?

I hammer the cocoon,
Rise from the conflict,
Nip the nectar of life,
Intoxicated again, as I slurp it!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Charu Gulati

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

3 Comments on "A Voice within…"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
J.rid
Member

wow I am so glad the voices within myself are not so scary. I enjoyed the reading of your poem though.
The quote that describes you is brilliant by the way.

Chandrama Deshmukh
Member

In this poem you have said something that I have always felt but have somehow never been able to express.
@Charu_Gulati your poems, time and again, make me feel like we share the same thoughts. Guess that’s what they call ‘a poetic connect’

Do write more. I am waiting to read your work.

Sreelatha Chakravarty
Member

The split persona is highlighted well in a stage of metamorphosis

wpDiscuz

A Pain Within Pain

A Pain Within Pain short poem

A golden bullet will bite the adolescence for the sake of prudence. Inebriated everybody wanted to go in a state of bliss. It was a targeted killing of a dream. Redolent of a prophet who will not answer the call

A Labors’ Voice On 1st May

A Labors Voice On 1st May short poem

A Laborer’s Voice On 1st May I am a laborer just by birth And will die in the same way I know my duties in a hearth Hope does not come near to say I am also one of humans

A Voice

A Voice short poem

It was dim afternoon when i heard a voice, not the one we hear everyday,it was calm and quite, but it was very far, as i know, the words weren’t clear, they were mingled, as if a story which is

Hell Within

Hell Within short poem

It’s almost like one side of my brain is fine, but the other drifts off And i have to catch it before it gets to loose Thst it starts reaching out to hell. There’s a constant battle going on inside

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You?

Mystery Within My Seizure: Who Are You? long poem

Mystery within my seizure: Who are you? Who are you? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? I uttered these words during a seizure. Imagining you puts my mind under pressure. Searching for your identity is like a hunt