Wings
Found these incoherent lines in a diary written in 2001 or maybe 02, senseless in a way , deep in another…decided to call it “ Wings”…
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The wings were meant to fly
See the clouds from the other side
Now all I do is run
Carry the burden of my unused wings
Sometimes creek like an old door
The sound piercing
The wings were meant to flap
Feel the air through their feathers
Create paths of their own
...mingle with the clouds
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Its not even complete… but kinda liked it so put it here… Now I don’t even know if the “wings” are there… it just might be the vestige
""
The wings were meant to fly
See the clouds from the other side
Now all I do is run
Carry the burden of my unused wings
Sometimes creek like an old door
The sound piercing
The wings were meant to flap
Feel the air through their feathers
Create paths of their own
...mingle with the clouds
"
.
.
.
Its not even complete… but kinda liked it so put it here… Now I don’t even know if the “wings” are there… it just might be the vestige
posted by the vestige at
12:19 PM
3 Comments:
Ah! the endless possibilities of youth! I'm half way through my twenties and I sound like I'm 80. I know ..
But your rhyme I can understand .. There was a time when we felt we would win the world. Now everything we ever wanted is ours to reach for and yet its like our dreams are the ball and chain shackling ue to reality.
I think its called "growing up pains"...
At each cross-road of our lives, we have a certain vision of ourselves, who we want to be, what we want to do and where we want to be etc etc..
And once you start on that journey u find you have probably ended up digressing significantly from the original course chosen... then its up to us to make amends, crumble under the burden or do the best we can from that point on...
@unnati
i am not sure if its the dreams that are the balls and chains or if they are the ones which get shackled down
@ruchika
digression till a point might be fine but beyond that it may just be a different road...but as you rightly say after that it is ones own choice what to do.
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