A Stranger Inside Speaks Sometimes

When a silhouette of desires appears in my observance
and a greedy I, attempts to acquire it with diligence
just about then I hear a voice asking me to pause and reflect 
who said this? I sit and contemplate

but he never introduces himself, still stops me from committing crimes
and this is what a stranger inside, speaks to me sometimes

Whenever a compromise derives with a prospect of gain
and demands a mean and unmerciful act for same
then I feel a voice requesting me to think straight
who is this and why is he so great?

He never introduces himself but helps me walk on the right lines
and this is how a stranger inside, speaks to me sometimes

Whenever an opportunity is there to suppress someone
and I could hurt him and overtake his credentials
suddenly I hear an echo which ask me to see my image
who is he and how can he show me my own self

He never introduces himself but with him my heart and soul combines
and this is when a stranger inside, speaks to me sometimes

Whenever life rejects me and all seems promise-less
this is when all my efforts are gone in haste and nothing is left
then out of nowhere I hear a whisper in my ears
I hush all voices of doubt in my heart and pray him to appear

He still remains invisible but makes me feel I am not alone
and this is why a stranger inside, speaks to me… sometimes