Innervoice He Revealed

Have you ever seen the rain

Quenching the thirst of the leaves?

Have you seen the warmth of the lonely petals

Embracing the thirsty bees?

My heart compels me to follow the road pursuing his own dream

His own desire to find beauty and perfection in all that I see

In all that is around me

What is especially needed is a pinch of sensitivity

To look upon everything in the world as enigma

To find the bliss of solitude and serenity

In a world beyond the mundane and based on charisma

He who brings together incongruous and unrelated objects silhouetted against a bright blue sky

Manifestations of what lies beyond the physical world and is worth to live by

These claustrophobic dream-scapes

With their atmosphere of melancholy and uneasy menace

He transforms this world into a land only to be found in dreams

A surreal fantasy is what to me it seems

He who expresses wholeheartedly

What the world calls a sense of ecstasy, of vastness, of immobility

Bringing about the feeling of liberty, tranquillity, serenity

He whose voice echoes across

Constantly murmuring that you are that inexpressible piece of art

Waiting to be understood, wishing to be loved

Knitting together multiple strands of simplicity in complexity

He makes the superficial fade for human eyes and fills the glimmering hollows

With the murmur of innumerable echoes

He who transcends above the bar

Imperfect yet ethereal in every way, like a wild flower

You might believe he is a fantasy, right?

But trust me love, he stands true

He is the epitome of surrealism

He teaches humility to the vain, vanishing the delusions

He, with his strong sense of emotions, untangles all obstructions

Wherever I find solace, that is where he dwells

Gently reminding me that you will be satisfied, not with the world, but with yourself

He is my Innervoice, and yes he stands true

He is a part of me, and a bit of you!