Let, when you speak, the soil you till wreak
the roots in them sing lore of thoughts ableak.
The sounds are loud, yet adorning a shroud
wade through silence, whispering your laud.
There’s much to say, in tones of a muffled way
to clasp the fancies of a heart utterly dismayed.
Thus, hear me out for I imitate not the touts
and oblige you with secrecy, words of a shout.
I shall speak for your good, subtle as I could
lest, charging through thoughts, you brood.
Thoughts travel in strides and sounds, their guides
direct the tourists through, by their sides,
and finding terminus, the thoughts lay anchors
and with revelations and surprises, oblige us.
They have long oars, with which to course
through the ignorant and blind curtained doors
and they cut sharp as does a seasoned ark
in waters mucky with arrogance, dark.
Welcome them, you all, the thoughts that call
upon you, to offer them services- to your pall.
Welcome them as they are, of smiles or of scars,
of those that oscillate the songs of the heart.
For grins would be cheerful, a resort for a pull
towards the deep confines of a shining soul;
the injuries, a lesson one may, from which, learn
and then, futures hence, recollect in compassion;
and the rest, well one may find, being inclined
inspirations, stimuli, inducements, and the kind
from emotions portrayed in the thoughts- his way,
thus, let the musings be received, come as they may.
A prerequisite, I may advice- be humble and wise
for humility is an open window, arrogance a vice.
When spread arms and neck, bowed in warmth,
obliges thoughts, expect them to return the charm
but if raised brows meet them at shut doors,
where visitors may turn their backs, abhorred,
do not, for once, expect the ideas, to your behest,
be seduced into showering you their respects.
Blessings, let them be treated as, not crass,
and revel in the delights of fruits amassed.
And then, rest assured, thoughts shall be lured
to visit you, journey with you, solid, not contoured
and escort you through landscapes your mind shapes
with eyes-shut, lips-curved, heart- splendor draped.
Behold yourselves, masters of your own universe
and create, breaking out of the restraining curses
ideals which exist presently not but are requisite
for your own existence and let you physically persist.
Inspire, ignite, motivate, and above all, simulate
through words skillfully stringed, a world, consummate.