Once in a while,..
When the skies are
not clear;
I see myself juggling
in there;
To find a meaning
In the clouds so
queer;
I fly with the wind
but the pace Is
little too much to bear;
I shut my eyes
and am tossed
constantly upstair;
I see the birds
flying
Wondering how
serenely have they thrown their fear;
I jump and snap out
of the wind
To fly on my own n
cheer;
Suddenly to realize
how heavy my burdens are to hang in there;
then the clouds
throw me back with
their tears;
washing off another
layer
to let the rainbow
peer;
it is when
I open my eyes with a
dream so dear!
Merry dreaming Megha.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful beautiful post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Lovely post !!
ReplyDeleteYou make me lostttttt