Listen, I said to no one in particular,
I want to fly down that mountain,
Soar on the wings of my soul and call valleys below names,
Paint some orange on the white floating clouds and make them rain as I go piercing through,
Fall flat into some lake between the mountains and rise frozen phoenix from the waters,
Then sit and wonder about life, my apparent loneliness midst our togetherness,
long nights of restless dreams and fantastical beasts who fail to get me through those long night chases,
My heartbrokenness amidst the aching love of the mountains, the darkness within amidst the white and greens all around.
Call me names if you must, but don't call me back.
Sunday, April 30, 2017
Aching flights of fancy
Ek Sach
Hum apne aap se bhi chup ke rote hain
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Lying on my bed, watching a small fading light bobbing around on the lake beyond the edge of my bed, I started wondering about life. Have b...
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From a new place of love, I try to start a chapter again, discovering the purple shades of my heart, I watch the bubbles that form and burst...
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As the sun went behind Albo, the tallest hill in town, everything grew suddenly colder and quite. Narda had been moping through the weeken...