This pandemic gave me an opportunity
To meet this very important person
Someone close to my heart
Myself
Have delved within deeply
Contemplated, introspected, meditated
Often talked to myself, the person
I want to understand, unravel
The meeting is not serenely pleasant as expected
For multiple traumas lurked in the shadows
Multiple fears, embarrassments
Many errors of judgment
It is not a cake walk
When the person I think I am
Is trying to moult to a new avatar
The person I really am
Zones of conflicts, compromises, greed, desires
Lie shattered on the landscape of my consciousness
As the person who I truly am
Struggles to find its rightful space
The release of tension, negative energy
That ensues with the process
Is electrifying yet calming, tempestuous yet silently soothing
Taking tons of payload off my chest
Making me a free man once again
No more enslaved to a make believe persona
No more a serf to my own tinsel creation
No more afraid to face myself
Subir Chakraborty
23rd Dec 2020
poetryforthesoul2018.com 
Good one Subir. A conversation with the self, by definition is, or at least ought to be, a continuous process. A life that is unexamined is a life that is un-lived, after all. How do we square clear-eyed self-perception and the ensuing self-belief with the horrible fact that we are, in fact, as others choose to see us? 🙂
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Very nicely composed. A mirror is a reflection but mirror within a mirror is an introspection. Bringing it out is never easy. Enjoyed reading it.
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