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 ma 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 ma 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 outta 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.