Don't mind the lyrics

I ask, not just a mere dreamer, but more,

What is it like to achieve the spirituality of Rumi?

Where every verse feels so divine,

And yet your world starts to feel gloomy.

What is it like to speak like Shakespeare?

Where every word feels like a work of art.

Something that speaks with timeless magic,

Always ready to soothe your heart.

What is it like to write like Rabindranath?

Where every rhyme feels true and bright,

Where the rivers flow with depths unknown,

Yet carry a resilience bathed in light.

What is it to be rebellious like Nazrul?

To burn with rage and cry with fury,

Where the letters weep with ancient sorrow,

But march like drums in a buried story.

What is it to think like Nietzsche?

To stay honest and yet unkind,

To be a mirror that shows the reality,

And pierces the clouded veil of human mind.

What is it like to achieve the greatness of Ghalib?

Where the soul seeks redemption in every line,

Where love is both a dagger and a balm —

A wound that forgets how to decline.

What is it like to live as their shadow?

To touch the sky, yet feel the same.

What is it to ask yourself each night —

Will my words ever bear their name?