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A sheer joy when I opened the trapdoor
in silence,in concealed footsteps.
What I saw was a Sunset in a new dimension.
A broader sky.A canvas painted by some anonymous.
Marvellous.
I could not peep through the concrete wall though.
I was little.

Words insinuated 'cause they forbade me.
A 'juvenile delinquent' in their eyes.
They scared me of Monsters.But they didn't appear before me.
I believe they lied or the Monsters did let me go.

I can climb up to the highest part of the roof now.
I can feel the whisperings of the wind.
Conjuration of the clouds.Nodding tree branches.
They say this is a waste of time.
But I feel myself cogent.

If I was given to fly,I promise,I would get home at dusk
with the quarrelling flock of Gulls.
And walk on the roads as directed.

Comments

rimz said…
nice piece with a dash of randomness.
February 28, 2009 at 5:27 PM
Anonymous said…
open the window of your heart..........and follow your dreams........
March 1, 2009 at 8:18 AM
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