Soar dear dreams

scale the horizon

with your span of wings

carrying a traveler soul

that seeks, asks and never stops trying

against walls of indifference

against the tide of time

crushing self doubt

fear of judgements ill

smile being its only weapon

desire being its only fuel

and a faith springing from within

‘we are time-travelers’, she said

I looked at her deep eyes

raging with fire

yes, I said, we must be so

sailors of the self

seeking new goals

finding love in letters

and hoping fervently for more

the universe being a constant

nods his head

and his broad back reflect

a nonchalant faith in our audacity

that is all there is

that is all there ever will be

Satyam!

Ps: To Rosewine Joy, for daring to dream