The sky ain't a ceiling You can fly if you will it You can sink, and Come and tell us about it's beauty Not everything under, is hell or rusty Not even titanic You can melt, We give you permission to evaporate To change shape To sublime into diamonds To gather yourself into clouds To rain To rain and rain till it floods Be a hurricane dear, Be thunder Be wild and fierce, start fires Let the world watch you burn Be volcanos Erupt into the sky Turn into ash and rise again You are a phoenix You are magic You can fly if you will it
Its our brain's tendency that it catches negativity easily as it is easy approaching but to be positive i.e to create heaven a lot of psychological and physical work done is required,though,it is hard to make... So u can easily drown into hell just by thinking negative but to rise up in heaven you have to work...choose appropriately what you are going to do as it decides your destination,your status,your living and your everything.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky. - Virginia Wolf
And that's how we ruin the moments worth living, trying to capture them in poetries. We crave for things beyond the sky saying there's no limit but then why do we chain ourselves to the past? Maybe it's cause the comfort in lying on the parched ground is better than the uncertainity of flying amidst the burning clouds.
Sometimes we have to let go of the anchor that's deep buried in our hearts, piercing our skin. Letting go sounds so breezy but the act of doing it is harsh and heavy and so most of the times we just sit and do nothing. In the end it's in our hands whether to get rid of the hurting or stay still till all our senses go numb.
There's a bird that chirps loudly on the tree outside my window almost at the same time everyday and though I've never seen her, I've tried but the large mango tree hides the little creature behind dense green bushes that are so calming to the eyes; the soft and sweet melody always brings a smile to my face. She reminds me that I too have wings and that I can choose where my home could be, that I can someday be carefree. And so I try to live, a little everyday.
Today the ether is a pastel shade of grey hope which promises a winsome dawn and so I sing lullabies of amber with the serene winds to pacify the charring stars.
She once had wings, To reach her dreams, With all her might she flapped her wings, To take a flight, But it was not a smooth trail, It was paved of thorns, Responsibility became her hurdle, Roles to fulfill as a daughter, wife, mother, Made her wings weigh heavier, Making her flight uneven, To fulfill each responsibility , Sacrifice was necessary, As the saying goes "If you don't sacrifice for what you want, what you want will be the sacrifice" With every responsibility pulling her down to earth, She herself feels sacrifice is necessary, And so she sacrifices her dreams for responsibility, Fulfilling every roles given to her, She is bound by ties of relations, But it doesn't mean she has given up yet, When she thinks it's time, Like a legendary bird Phoenix rising up from its ashes, She too will rise up above her responsibility, And with her mighty wings, She will take a flight towards her dreams...