DREAMS TO DIE FOR

Hey! Invisible lyre speak to me of your voice,

I am waiting to hear your honey combed words;

When will you come to talk to me?

I am waiting for your colour fumed images,

Let me speak up, I say, you are incomparable,

Because you are 'ETERNAL'

It is very difficult to see your image

Because you keep on changing;

One day you come like a "child" sitting on pavements,

Another day like "prophet" teaching me good and bad;

Sometimes you come like "friend", sometimes like a 'Warrior'.

You bring a flash of images to my mind

And make me become a shield to protect myself.

I say, you bring forth images of "KING", "QUEEN", "MINISTER", "BEGGAR", "SOCIAL"

"WORKER", "HUNGRY CHILD".

People say you are an "Allusion", you perform

"Black magic", you are "Irrelevant",

But I say, you are "relevant ", "good companion"

"You make me to feel how I am", you are a part

Of me and show me the path,

Without you there will be no amazing people like

"ABDUL KALAM", "STEVE JOBS", "NELSON MANDELA"

You are nothing, but a voice residing in me

You make me imagine a colourful world, where

I can wander with my soul:

Without you, there will be nothing

I know it is difficult to reach you, but

Your voice keeps on saying that

NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.