flying

I am the master of unbelievable, last night I dreamt a strange dream, I was hanging in the air with only two hair worth of rope over a chasm of a deep gorge below me, I decided to choose my options, one being to try and hang on as long as possible , the other being calling for help and the third being just let go of the rope.
Options they hardly were, the choice was natural,I let go

As I flew down towards the chasm below, arms flaying, eyes open and lips smiling; many metaphysical questions came to my mind.

What was it that awaited me just around the corner, what was it I was running away from and what was it that I was running towards. Was it the end or just the beginning to an endless new? Then I started to wonder why I lived a lifetime being scared of the end when the end it self was not an end, but just a beginning, was it the fear of the unknown or was it just that I like the things on the same side, which ironically was becoming the other side every second that I descended further.

I started thinking what was it that I wished I had already done? I heard my heart respond I wish I had learned to fly.

But was it because my logical and analytic mind was telling me that if you knew how to fly you would infact already be flying and the rope and the metaphysical cliff from which I was hanging precariously a short time ago, would have all been just an illusion.

Talking of illusions I never really could understand the word illusion. Is not every thing an illusion?

Well so be it then, coming back to my wish to fly, the moment I thought of if only I could fly, my hands twitched and started flapping as if some neuron motor impulse had ticked them off and then I was flying, the first thing I wanted to do was to flap and fly towards the sky but some invisible force kept pulling me down ,down into the chasm, even as I began to understand that how my wildest wish wasn’t wild enough, I longed to fly ; assuming I would fly high and wide, guess the dreams also wont let you dream fully, reality kicks in, even in flying I can only fly low.

Reality kicks, kicks you in the shins

purple rain

purple rain from the grey clouds
i sit beneath a lonely tree
the rain seeps through, as the leaves bleed
i am thinking of things gone by today
wondering about would have beens
and those moments of bliss, that were once mine
eyes i see those eyes

empty streets and the freezing breeze
i walk around looking for familiar signs
in a town of ghosts today, I am stranded again
the silence keeps whispering in my ears
haunted still just passing the years
voice i hear that empty voice

a lonely stream bursting on its seams
and this lonely rickety bridge
a skinny dip in this freezing stream, i take
yeah it stings, guess i am still alive
feel it i feel that fleeting warm touch again

its night again and I cant see a thing
just this howling wind, chilling to bones
and the howls of some far away beasts
prowling the inviting bush
the darkness engulfs the soul, once again
then I see it, a shining bright light from afar
a moments flicker, and then gone like you

the cold cold dawn, i am yet to take a yawn
staring blank into the grey snow
its time before the thaw will come
the faint smile, feels like my lips wont move
i know, i know the truth
i lost my way again, in the heart's bylanes long abandoned