"When my Heart ponders over the colors of life ... You come as a savior to my eyes And with my Pen I jot down the thoughts and embrace LIFE as it comes ... " - Saswati Barat



Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Mystical Being

You are your own master... 
and you are your own slave...
you build your own kingdom 
and you sing your own rebel...
You have the ocean
but you sail the sky
you grab the gold
but you deal with lives
You are humble and gentle
yet cold as steel
you are strong and slender
yet soft to feel
You are magnanimous and a coward
deep inside
you are a fool and a king
open your eyes
You are you who you think
And you think what you are
You are but nothing
A mystical being
and your mind has powers
beyond the books
and dreams of a young lad crossed
on beams
and yet you feel you drown
and sway on the ground
stand up
and fight
You will survive
You have no punishment
for all the faults you see
You are a pathetic
drafted seed
But one day you will find
How great the soul within is
And you will live up 
to what you can be
Remember
always
You are a Mystical Being
And nobody dare
snatch that away
Because

You are your own master... 
and you are your own slave...
you build your own kingdom 
and you sing your own rebel...