Insight

You may defeat me with your reasons

But you can’t banish me from your thoughts

As precise as the tailor’s needle

Or the surgeon’s cut

My memories are precisely chiseled into you

In the middle of the night

When dreams populate the earth

I become the seventh string of the guitar

And dissolve into a song

That song finds you in your dreams

Every step you take is my footprint

You can’t escape the path I took for you

I hang like a sign board at the end of every road

Directing you to your destiny

I am invisible

Almost incomprehensible

Like the faith of the saint

But I am also visible like the summer rains

Falling after intense longing of the soil

My love!

You can’t banish me from your soul…