"how was your day,my child?"
it was a strange voice,
a voice like from a staunch disciplinarian,
a shiver ran through my body,
looking hither and tither,
i found none.

still the sound came,
coming nearer and nearer,
"who are you?"
i couldn't stop and spoke.
with a terrifying wind,
blowing above me.

the voice grew stronger,
powerful,that it like quelled me,
and with a courage,
i spoke out,"my day was a tale,
a tale of two paths,
attracting me towards them,
but i remained constant,
waiting for my director,
and still in awaitance,
i am left behind,
world has run out of my hand."

the voice spoke to me,
"i am the one,you are awaiting
to direct you in your right path,
but still,i would draw back,
as i have put in you,
'that' which is a bud,
and needs water to open out."

confusion held me hard,
i searched for the answers within,
and soon realised,
that bud is my conscience,
that needs to be shaken,
which would lead my way,
and brighten my day.

on getting the light,
i searched for my director,
called aloud to him,
no responce was heard,
"had he gone away?",or,
"had he become dumb again as he was always?"
for he did his duty
on recalling my own duty.

i woke up,
it was just a dream,
a dream-pure and serene,
that filled my heart,
with contentment,
with felicity,
and above all,
with a quintessence,that i would follow,
till my life becomes hollow.