Good noon! I haven't been able to write for the past few days (too much school work), but now I'm back with more ideas for sonnets! Though I made all my backgrounds black for interest and simplicity! Thank you.
For once I felt like I was flying - flying into the boundless sky. The me who liked solidarity more than anything else wanted to be among other birds, tweeting and chirruping, something I missed deep inside while being caged for eternity. But now, I was free - free from all the shackles and bounds that tied me earlier.
My wings were weaker than them, and of course they would be so, from all the struggles it went through breaking the shackles. Inexperienced yet excited, to explore nature's beauty I could only adore from afar. I didn't mind travelling alone, from beaches to deserts I thought I could live by myself (I was so wrong). Whenever I saw the flock of birds flying together in hygge, and seeing them returning to a place called home - I wished I too had one.
That night I wished upon a shooting star to be rewarded with companions, you know what, nothing happened. It was my lack of confidence and self-esteem that I couldn’t up and make one. It was my lack of charm that no-one was attracted enough to engage with me. Knowing that I should be the one to take the first step to show my existence didn’t help. All I had running in my mind were those leering gazes etched in my mind from before, making me feel I don’t belong here. But then I thought - time has changed, how will I know if I don’t try?
I was done hiding in the attic of my forlorn heart, done thinking about what others would think. Hence I took my first step into the rainforest in which I saw my future home. Surrounded and praised by all for my beauty. Everything seemed so perfect - me being me without getting rained on by twits and taunts, getting away after my stupidly awkward mistakes, support and understanding of my loved ones all at once. My innocent persona didn’t differentiate between hawks and sparrows. For me, they were all the same and why not? They did not do anything to earn my scorn.
I trusted them - parrots & parakeets, cranes & swans, crows & pigeons - everyone. What is the difference between a peacock and a peahen? Nothing if you ask me. Their appearance and actions don't define who they are inside, and yet one is superior to the other. I, for a fact, love dancing in the rain on those rhythmic beats of pitter-patter falling on the dainty leaves. But everytime I dance doesn't mean that I am in quest of a mating partner. Time has changed and yet the stereotypes are still engraved in the barks of the trees here, standing tall holding on to the ancient norms and mores.
Beauty is a curse, and it truly is. It wasn’t late that I was trapped again. Was it the punishment for being who I am? Would I have rather acted like something I am not to be able to be free?
I was naive (too naive) to think that I will be accepted by others with open arms once I get to be out in the open.What’s more ironic is that the companions I longed for did nothing but watch like passers-by when I was getting dragged back into the endless abyss. Does this mean that I deserved it?
//At moments my inner soul screams of desolate cries, I shout and shout but my voice betraying me as always doesn't let a tone slip.//
Dancing and twirling along the wind, My auburn hair and the dazzling sun That was the moment I took the fall Falling in love with the perfect one. _______________________________________ #smilyshorts#leaf
Obstruse: to be annoyingly insensitive and difficult to understand. Orion: A constellation (Three stars that forms Orion's belt is visible to naked eye) _________________________________________________________
Seclusive Fantasy ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Waking up at a crumbling noise I find myself in the milky way Amazed at the nacreous sight I pinch myself for it's true or nay
Standing over a hovering rock That takes me up higher and higher Amidst purplish mysterious clouds A mere sight sets my soul on fire
Consumed by its vast beauty Twirling meteors smiling in glee All my sorrows trapped within Slipped away leaving me free
Can I stay here forever (I wondered) For there I got nothing to lose In the world full of impostors I was but a misfit obstruse
With the stars singing me lullaby I slept quietly in Orion's arms Whom I always watched from below One who always calmed my qualms