If I were..

If I were a Season, I'd cease the drastic change in me that destroys life. I'd release the barriers Autumn has and leave those shedding leaves; that sallow road for you to play upon. I'd shade that scorching sun to salubrious breeze which'll be your way, your ease. If I were a Season, I'd never show how difficult it is to be a change they hate.

If I were a Sailor, I'd try and fix my life's route to a single direction. I'd never intersect any other way for it brings destruction and I'd always be on the top of my ship, with my head held high and looking straight in the sun's eye. If I were a Sailor, I'd never let my life drown amidst this sea of commotion.

If I were a Poem, I'd never end with distress leaving my palpitated reader in tears. I'd always try to ignite a spark of fire and faith this planet lacks in. I'd ensconce myself in the conscience of my writer and always be with him. If I were a Poem, I'd promise to rhyme everytime he sees through me.

If I were an Artist, I'd promise to influence and edify the naive mind on which this world thrives. I'd  paint this world with my positive imagination which would contain only kaleidoscopic brightness. I'd make my brush, the change this world needs. If I were an Artist, I'd make my imagination pervasive and make this world dream with me.

If I were a Song, I'd fill his ears with rejoicing tunes. I'd make his day pure as a crystal and I'd carry him in my melody, just to make him feel happy. I'd promise to be his top choice of solace and joy which he ever looks for. If I were a Song, I'd bond deep in him so that I can carry him whenever there's a pause in his road.

If I were a Diary, I'd be with him and fill him throughout his road. I'd tell him stories; give him perennial happiness whenever he opens me. I'd be his best friend until he decides to rewrite me, with his refreshed pen and experience. If I were a Diary, I'd collect his thoughts, desires and passions straight from his heart.

If I were a Teacher, I'd be a catalyst to the young souls. I'd be their latent energy; their pointed power to be different and honest. I'd be an inspiration to everyone and never charge for my treasure. If I were a Teacher, I'd never try to be superior and would always be open for learning.

If I were Silence, I'd make noise whenever a pin be dropped. I'd promise to show myself the least for I'd know how my presence ensues despondence within. I'd thrive to make this torpid word a camaraderie and a loquacious place to live in. If I were Silence, I'd never ever be anyone's satisfaction.

If I were a Compilation, I'd fill myself with amnesty. I'd be the happy part in his life and I'd always kiss his thoughts with the illumination of reminiscence. I'd  make myself an ephemeral paradise for my bearer who'd come to me anytime his heart looks back. If I were a Compilation, I'd promise to give him strength to look forward and be what he is.

If I were a Relation, I'd fill myself with affirmative feelings, unbound trust and innumerable souls to complete me. I'd be present with faith in every heart and every mind with lot of corroboration and peace sailing with me. I'd promise the mighty that I'd never ever break. If I were a Relation, I'd change the meaning of 'impediment' with respect to me.

If I were Myself, I'd sit by your side and let you know what Life is all about. I'd make you understand what being alone is and lend awareness of the commotion in my soul which is slowly eating it's way in. I'd hold your hand and promise to be by your side till the mighty decides against me. If I were Myself, I'd try to be an honest creature with a pious soul and spread lighting just like the above crystal. There's no wish better than this when you only got a 100 years to live.

*Dedicated to the you. If I were You, I'd silently smile, subconsciously realize and share my feelings after reading this with my special ones.*