Lost in Thoughts

Don’t let it go ‘Cause that dream is your show.  Go out there, Bask in the spotlights. If no stage, then Sing under the starlight Gleaming in the moonshine Your boundaries got no line. Drink in a thousand sights At dinner tables under chandelier lights Gleaming forks upon napkins, snow-white. If not, honey, then it’s alright. Set your own table Bold tablecloths trailing the dusk-lit ground  With truest of friends to dine around Wooden chairs and plastic cups The chatter, the music of divine As we sit and age like fine wine.  Be wild, Be free Be all that you want to be. Run to places off the map Chart new roads, one time, a lap As willing as the white winds Scared as you might be. You make your choices Shut out those miserable voices That tell you to sit and sip tea Step on your ship and sail the sea If not for treasure, Then for the breeze. Don’t let it go. ‘Cause your dream is your show.

I might, to you mean nothing, A mere speck of dust you brush aside, A lost trail your feet never tried, Yet, I am your everything. I am that light, Prancing through a blind man's iris, A sole spectrum of bliss, Alighting his path, lending sight. I am that sound, Picking its way through one deaf ear, An unheard church bell chimming a song so dear Unravelling rhythms long drowned. I am that stream, Trickling through one tender heart, Soothing that soul ripped and torn apart, Wiping blemishes off to a gleam. I am that spark, That sets aflame a dry, dead wood, Letting it sizzle & sputter as much as it could, To create its own subtle mark. I am the source and the strife, I am that very fate in disguise, In the end, when all your dreams scatter, It's only I that will matter. When your life tumbles down many a steep slope, Wield me as a warrior his sword, Slashing through tyranny that life may accord, I am that chance, your last one, Indeed I a...

To me, every person is but a magnificent mosaic, perfect in their own imperfect sense. We break over and over again. Each time a different piece- a new shape, a finer edge, a bizarre shade. We break -in a million different ways until one point where everything fits in-Every one of those million pieces fits in, with such precise perfection that the final picture is nothing less than a masterpiece. A beholder's day-dream. The essence of that pleasure though lies in waiting. Of shedding tears but never dissolving; of breaking but never crumbling; of losing but never giving up. One day the sun will shine, the very rays that glared down at you shall light you up, lending every color of yours its own rainbow, you shall then be your own masterpiece. But till then learn to wait; to endure; to live...!