Why do thou wish to fly?
Is it really what thou pretend
a quest for levity!!
Or something more basic,
Something deeply ingrained
A need to mark possession
an Instinct to beat the gravity!!
Is it, tell me honestly
An artist’s urge to feel the lining on clouds
An adventurists adrenalin thrust
Or is it just a defeated finding another dark corner to cry
Earth, its hills, valleys didn’t fulfill thou
Will plain skies quench this thirst?
Is it about mist in the air
Untouched dew drops, unabated cool breeze,
First ray of unstaggered, bright sunlight
Or
Alexandarian temptation to engulf territories
those don’t belong to us
Skies, moon, mars…what else
an addictive, all conquering fight
In name of exploration
Are we tired of,
running away from life
finding not enough ground,
By calling it a leap of faith
conspiring to fly away
from some echoing sound
Would not have we got wings
If we were meant to fly
Darwinian logic! True or you still deny
If colors of life on earth did not consummate you,
Think not, it will happen in blue shades of sky
Shall we then, or shall we not
Find our feet on the ground
Leave our footprints here
And be proud!!
Shall we , or shall we not
Take a walk of life,
Run along times
as best as we could
And let creatures with wings fly
for they are meant for it
for they belong to the sky!
Is it really what thou pretend
a quest for levity!!
Or something more basic,
Something deeply ingrained
A need to mark possession
an Instinct to beat the gravity!!
Is it, tell me honestly
An artist’s urge to feel the lining on clouds
An adventurists adrenalin thrust
Or is it just a defeated finding another dark corner to cry
Earth, its hills, valleys didn’t fulfill thou
Will plain skies quench this thirst?
Is it about mist in the air
Untouched dew drops, unabated cool breeze,
First ray of unstaggered, bright sunlight
Or
Alexandarian temptation to engulf territories
those don’t belong to us
Skies, moon, mars…what else
an addictive, all conquering fight
In name of exploration
Are we tired of,
running away from life
finding not enough ground,
By calling it a leap of faith
conspiring to fly away
from some echoing sound
Would not have we got wings
If we were meant to fly
Darwinian logic! True or you still deny
If colors of life on earth did not consummate you,
Think not, it will happen in blue shades of sky
Shall we then, or shall we not
Find our feet on the ground
Leave our footprints here
And be proud!!
Shall we , or shall we not
Take a walk of life,
Run along times
as best as we could
And let creatures with wings fly
for they are meant for it
for they belong to the sky!
(A picture can paint thousand words, and it surely can get a few words off an otherwise lazy soul like me to cough up a rhyme. Inspired by a picture posted by Abhay Sharma on facebook)
