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…
A starless sky or a lost child,
Oceans of tears or the void of deserts,
Bewildered I find ways to see,
How I grieve,
AT THE LOSS OF YOU!