The clock struck quarter past two
Still there was loads of work left to do
The paper spread out infinitely on the office table
I still had no idea, what exactly to do..

Then it began happening & I kept on watching
While all that paper was transforming
Yeah.. it looked like small particles from an unknown land
It struck my head like a thunder bolt,
It was all turning into sand!!

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes
And banged my fist over the files
But all of it was under the trance
And in no time my whole office was replaced by infinite sand..

There were no chairs.. no tables.. no building
As far as I could see, just sand was to be seen
No life.. no movement.. no sound
Only the sun above was showering fire all around

I dug myself out of the wretched sand
And tried to find a way out
But every time I did that, the sand like a Djinn rose
And the next moment I’d be lying at the same spot..

My legs pained and my body ached
With all that heat passe’ dust.
The sand swayed, my vision vagued
Still there was something missing.. I could feel the empty lust..

Stealthily something gripped my throat
As soon as it pierced into my skin
The spooked me recognized the silhouette.
It was called ‘thirst’ under whose spell I was akin..

After that, it was all a stupefying daze
My diren search to quench my thirst..
Yet I knew amidst all that sand, there’d be a cascade
The sun cried, my thirst massified,
With my soul burning in fire..

I searched in vain for the water that could
cool the fire in which I was burning
Only at this point of my life did I realize
The fire was my passion, my yearning!!

My eyes moistened.. my heart awakened
and somewhere deep I knew what would follow next
Yet.. this time I made no attempt to suppress my passion
Which for ten long years had been put to rest..

You won’t believe, amidst all that heat,
a soul long confined was set free.
Then even under that piercing throb
I strained my throat to sing.



All that heat, pain and suffocation, merged into my voice
All those suppressed memories and that one bitter choice,
came floating before my life
and those bitter words could be heard in my ears echoing
again, “ Fine.. I give up.. my passion.. to sing!”

My song echoed all over that mystique land
And the tears from my eyes were transforming the sand..
Soon all that sand was merging into figures
Yet, I was all above that
Too enchanted by my own voice.. Its rythemic tremors..

I closed my eyes to utter the last few words
Of the song I’d long forgotten..
It was my life.. my love.. my infatuation ..my passion
And when it ended, there were too many voices, too much confusion

They were cheering and applauding and screaming and hooting
Yet I kept my eyes closed and felt the feeling
That had abandoned me all this while
It overwhelmed me, that intense feeling
Which thrills you.. fills you.. it is the feeling of being satisfied..

Then slowly I opened my eyes
I was at my office table amongst all those paper files
But the only change was the awe struck crowd
That was mesmerized to hear me, their good for nothing colleague,
sing out loud..

I was still under the spell of my own emotions
But then I heard that sound of the footsteps
He stopped at my table and cleared his throat
“Take this, my card.. see you at the studio, Mr Mozart! “

That moment upturned my life, yet once again
But this time I knew, I would rise and gain
It wasn’t the ending but a mere beginning
To my life that had been cut off from the fire,
The fire, which was my passion , my yearning
And now I knew, I’ll follow my heart, my passion, my deepest desire
Dare anyone stop me from winning!!!