I was born out of famishment
To slake the flames of curiosity
With two huge wings and
A
silver-grey sky to fly.
My beauty is intangible
Like the nymphs of paradise
With a smidge of arrogance on face
But a
sublime innocence in eyes.
I welter in the frothy
Bubbles of confrontation
Tossing and turning between
The worries
of hallucination and realization.
I meet my Master when sun is
recalcitrant to glow
And refulgent darkness grows
stronger
Seeing me with him, some envy
And some
condescend him with impish laughter.
But my Master, nurtures me well
He feeds me with his precious time
And a piece of his mind
He protects me from demons within
himself
And
negativity from all side.
I am the canal which
Channelizes his energy and strong
wit
I am the eternal delta where
The
sediments of all his efforts deposit.
I am his holy grail
I am the fountain-head of his vigor
I am apple of his eyes, his precious
I am the “The
DREAM” of my Master.