The Line

Melting the haze of confusion, with a lucid shine

This person’s speak, makes even the enemies benign

Such ease of speech and diction! will I ever divine?

“Nay!”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line

Allaying grimaces with wit, softening every pain

Solving problems before they’re born, she is a knowledge fountain

Such depth of skill and know-how, will it ever be mine?

“Nay!”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line

Always wanted to be like that person, how well he could do…

…Cover many a league and more, before I could barely move

Such strength and spirit to apply, for I could only pine

“Nay! not you”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line

Tearing through hesitations, it’s sharper than a samurai’s sword

Making instant connections, that empathetic silent smile is so loud

Such inviting openness to let everyone be mine, can I ever be that shrine?

“Nay! hold your reserve”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line

Although like a hazy dream, but a persistent calling deep within

Like an innocent cry unattended, a distant faint little scream

“You could do so much more”, the voice says, “if you did better than whine”

“Nay!”, snaps the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line

Like a resilient rock hidden under the gushing stream

The unrelenting voice stands firm, faint it may seem

“Face the blinding line”, it says, “take a step forward facing”

For it is but a “start line” that just needs crossing

“Nay!”, says the doubting mind, “be safe behind the line”

Choose “yay! just once“, says the little voice, “and see the mind align”

“With you then!”, says the jolted mind, “we were always a team”

“A tiny step to cross the start line“, it says, “towards your cherished dream”