“The Other Side of Him”
I see you well, through these sacred eyes—
The face, the fear, the trembling guise.
Within your gaze, a thousand cries,
Yet I see the softness the world denies.
You see my shadow, not my flame,
Not the one who once bore this name.
When I step into this painted grace,
Even I forget my former face.
It’s not my power, nor my art,
It’s him who speaks through every part.
Not a mirror, not a man—
Just a vessel in a grander plan.
Fear not this mask or voice so grim,
It’s just the other side of him.
But know this truth, serene, the same:
Love still burns beneath the flame.
Discover more from Hebbar's blog
Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.