Here I lie on a perfectly colourful swing,
Children running by the beach,
A friend cracks a joke,
We all laugh till we break into tears.
Such a beautiful sunset.
And quite suddenly I realise,
No matter how bright I shine throughout the day..
Ever since you left, every night I drown too…
After 38 years of life,
Falling in love,
Having two children,
A boy and a girl..
When the nurse finally unfolds her bandage,
She sees for the first time and says:
“Life is beautiful”…
I’ve always wished to have wings.. To be able to fly on my own and run my fingers through clouds… I guess we all do.. Right? But what for? What excited Da Vinci’s imagination about the possibility of soaring through the skies that he presented “The flying Machine” to us..? Why did the Wright brothers were so fascinated with the gliders that they changed the course of human civilisation by giving virtual wings for generations to fly.. Was it just a means to travel distances in a shorter period of time or an endless desire to connect.. to connect where we all came from…
Yes, we all came from the same place… Remember? How Adam had to leave his true home.. “The Heavens” in order to make this world a beautiful place.. A new home, a family… But did he forget about the place he belonged to? No..! Afterall, we are all his family too.. Why wouldn’t we wish to fly back…
Have you ever longed for something for so long, worshiped it, yearned for it,, prayed for it with wet lashes and hands folded, that something that brings you on your knees over and over again….??
That one thing which is the central gravitational force holding your whole world together, around which your universe dances and praise..
That very thing that makes you run blindly, barefoot, head over heels, on the slightest chance of you getting closer to it…
Have you worked for it for so long that you’ve lost count of days and years and all facts and figures.. That it seems like that very thing has belonged to you even before your soul came to existence.. An immortal relationship of you and your longings….
But what if, what if it all just disappears.. not the things that you desire, but that feeling.. of running into walls for it, that hunger, that languish, that ache, that hope, that spirit, that reckless courage it instilled into your very pores… What if all of it, becomes merely a vague illusion.. What if you sleep at night like any other ordinary day, and wake up in the morning, feeling Numb!!