… who you are …

Have you heard that tiny-whiny voice, urging, pushing and nagging you to pick an additional dress when your

shopping cart is full ….

Or the one that wants to punch that moron colleague who has a stupid smile pinned to his stupid, all knowing face ….

There is a nice handsome man walking down the alley, that voice says “Go tell him how much would

you like to kiss him for an hour”And then, you brush it aside, saying not this is not

proper ….

Afraid of finding yourself, afraid of looking at true mirror, afraid of pulling down the drape that blocks your view …

Dream on said the voice, and you run after it with chains ….The voice pushes you from inside the box where you have caged it,

You call it your box, but Pandora did you ever peek in it ….

I ride on the spirited waves aloneFloating on the wings of air

Feeling the drop of rainbowrunning down my eyes without care

The frozen ocean whispers talesof countless nights and days

The blazing sands sing openingtheir heart in lyrical ways

Stars are but dust on whichfor eternity I endlessly tread

Within my eyes, I hold the void on whosespeck, the universe is spread

I am an illusion, far greater for any to seeI smile, when they say, they control me

Death, Devastation and Darknessare all in me and so is Pain

Hope, Creations and Light make me,My touch removes all Bane

I am free, hold my hand, accept me in your heartand be as free as you can be

Come to me, open your eyes, I am your thoughts –There are no secrets between you and me

Dream on … don’t be afraid of knowing who you are