Placing his crown on the side table,
Listening to the Prince’s fable,
Kissed goodnight to the princess’s forehead,
Watching them sleep on the silk bed,
He looked around the room glistening with gold,
“Why do I feel feeble and old?
When I’m still young with valour and vision,
Why does my heart feel wounded with a lesion,
When I have all the treasures to give,
And I live a life people dream to live?”
Listening to the King’s silent pain,
A voice whispered through the rain,
“A smile is all you need to give,
To live with peace you must learn to Forgive”…
I pour my pain to ink,
Delinquently it flows on the paper..
They read and say, “Beautiful!”
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…
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…