Introspecting Inner Voice

The mind often travels to a far land

To accrue food beyond trite life

And escape death from daily strife

Wistful eyes look for the balmy stand. 

Haywire soul sails rudderless in angst ocean, 

Clobber hurdles, traverse undulating terrain. 

A habitual vogue that obliviously penetrates nerves

Leaving dim hope for impunity. 

Knitting a cobweb of consolidated dismal

Disregarding the bohemian aspects of life.

When artistry in you is rife

It enwraps your soul in safe hands. 

Frail yet hours will make you feel grand

And claim victory with the tune of fife. 

Edify your recluse and tears into verve

And be the epitome of spark to rule. 

To stoop can be an art to actuate in dare, 

Silence does not always signal consent. 

Your sodden lashes will give you a vision engrained, 

With clearer perspectives, you regain your forte. 

Articulate with your self-company and savour life at its best, 

The luminous sculptor will guide you when to shine and rest.