The Inner Divine

As he woke up in the morning,
the sunshine, not radiant to brighten his day,
the beans, not bitter to spike his fatigue away

the thought of the day draining him down,
the weight of the armor making his wits drown

he has to climb that summit again,
or be prepared to plummet, oh not so again


the summit, which was no longer a distant dream,
the summit, which was his,
the summit, which he cannot call a quits,
the summit, which defined the way he fits

So he lashes himself up,
ain’t matter how much he feels stuffed up
So he puts his gears on,
wore his sharpest looks, the game in on


The Game is On !!
The Game is On !!
The Game is On !!
The chatter that throttles him on


As the night falls, he had nothing to chase,
the armor locked in a safe dark place
the performance over,
the lights out, the role is over

As he curled and curved in his magnimous bed,
taming the thoughts in his muzzled head
he heard a soothing lullaby,
the one he heard as a boy

the lullaby which his mum sung,
the lullaby which gave him goosebumps
the lullaby which took him to places unknown,
the lullaby which made him fly airplanes and drones

the lullaby which told him to be bold and strong,
to win hearts and not be headstrong
the lullaby which told him to sing his own song,
dance to his rhythm and chase butterflies all along

the lullaby which made him believe in miracles,
in angles which flew him to his dream pinnacles

He slept like a baby that night,
drift in his dreams, no agony in near sight

As the morning sun blazed,
shone on his calm and well rested face
he sprung up from his snug bed,
high spirited and absolutely no dread

He leaped to that safe dark place,
where his armor shone with it’s pride and glaze

He lifted that Herculean with such an oomph,
looked at it glitter, and then dropped it with a boom

he had cracked the code of this entangled maze,
the maze that captured his soul and his innate gaze
He felt like a bird on cloud nine,
cruising his way to meet his inner divine

- Nupur