A million starry envisaged dreams,
Unfading,yet in the haze.
A hungry heart foraging on these,
Eyes held in a fervent gaze.
A soul ready to drum its own beat,
Yet remaining one in the swarm.
All set to take the plunge,
Yet awaiting the sea to get a bit warm.
Alert & hopeful,eager yet patient,
Expecting a mystic force.
To endow with the power to grow & to bloom,
To make the path easy & less coarse.
And one fine day the realisation dawns,
There is no such magical boon,no predestined moment.
All you need is evangelical passion,
And a heart thaat BELIEVES..