In the sublime domain of dreams, heavens below,
A celestial craftsman tunes your destiny's glow.
He ploughs the field of fate for the soul to grow
First, lifting it up in the skies and then letting go.
Destiny wonders where the wind will blow -
The intricate path for your soul to flow;
The primal master plan you will never know.
The arcane artist grants your innermost will,
But YOU choose the paints - it's a fair deal;
The spectrum of infinite rays is your steering wheel.
Trying to balance between extremes you feel
Destiny changing colours and whims to fulfil
Your life's secret mission; but still
The truth escapes and mocks your skill.
Destiny winks and gives a glimpse of the unknown -
A shimmering skyline of the Twilight Zone
Vaguely pierced with a vibrant musical tone.
In a flash the insight blurs and dims until gone;
No trail to blaze, no sound to devour. Alone
You beg to be free turning prayer into a groan.
If heard, you might get the Philosopher's Stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem