Nameless wings perched on my shoulders,
Ordained me to soar high and fly
Wither to but never rest
For then it won't flap again
I flew above scenic valleys and gorges
And Mystic mountains and silver streams
Canopy of trees and glittering ponds
Treating my ever craving eyes
I took a deep dive down after a wayward flight
Only to witness a land so exquisite
I stopped flying for a short repose
Amidst the songs of fairies and veelas
In mirth and laughter I ceased my thoughts
From where I came no more could I recall
Tired of bliss and heavy dose of fun
I am lost with no plans and action
Of my failing wings I weep
And wait for my day to dawn.
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4 comments:
Wow! That is deep. Why are you not in action, I think you're in the thick of it. Unless I've interpreted it wrong.
wow, its awesome.....one can easily relate to it precisely....:)
@ C'est la vie - Mind always wants more :-) May be I should tire my wings till it relearns to fly and get bewitched in a new horizon.
@ VijayVishwanath - Thanks for your comments . and it really inspires to get such positive go from a genius :-)
you might like this one...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olWeUuIOQGQ
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