SILENT VOW

On the greyest landscape of your mind

Is where you will discover a haven

Haunted and hushed by fearful beliefs.

In the most tranquil chamber of your heart

Is where you will perceive a voice

That calls to sincerity and exalts a humble soul.

In valleys and on hills moulded by dreams

Is where you will unlock the secrets to imagination,

And a faith that brings dust to life.

If man were born a hero,

He would plough metaphysical terrains

With each day that sweeps open the vestibule of time,

He would exalt his strengths above those fears

Forever holding unbelievers captive

If you are a firm believer in worlds yet to be shelled

And pinnacles unspoiled

You will direct your staff at the skies,

Trace the shadows of dusk

And dance with the molten shades of lunar ballads.

If we all were birds of hope

We would soar above our tears,

Recite our regrets till we rejoice,

Look upon the waters’ radiant reflections

And chant uphill.

If we were people of wisdom,

We would cast not a glance but a meditative gaze

Upon the presence of the moment

And with patience walk into tomorrow,

Alongside the call of emancipation

The portal for ethereal voyages