When I wear the wings of my dreams,
Then I sing the song of my life,
When I hum the tune of my wishes,
Then I write the enchanting words of delight.
Golden hair strands, roll over my forehead,
I carefully put them aside,
This is when, I look into my own dreamy eyes,
I turn to the keyboard, I smile and I write.
Flowers of ecstacy, spreads their fragrance in the air,
I look at the thorns, that pricked me, once in disguise,
Suddenly I realize, What I have inside,
The most valuable possession is life…
The curls of my hair, flutter in the air,
The lashes of my eye, blink and I sigh,
Looking at the past is a long lost lane,
I wandered here and there, never wanting to be sane…
Raindrops asked me to sit and introspect,
I love rains, I finally have to give them respect,
The winds moved and then took a new way,
I realized my life was simple, yet on a highway…
I look out of my long –glass-window pane,
I see someone running to me, I realize its rain!
I stepped in my own shows, removing the mask over me,
The shining face beneath was making a plea,
Then I realized…
Colors of mist may mock in pride,
Devils of past may ridicule in every premise,
But I look into the mirror,this is when I smile,
I know, I haven’t lost myself, I am a true being inside.