Fly High

Be as free as your thoughts

When the reds and yellows color the blue sky,

When the warmth of the setting sun meets the longing eye,

The heart takes flight, with wings spread wide,

And perches on the white clouds & lies there with a sigh.

 

The eyes look around and the thrill gives a high

Of being a part of the whole with no more ‘Why’,

I would be just myself, I would be plain me-

I would live lives in a moment when I’ll know I can fly!

 

One day each of us falls back down to the land of high n dry,

And then short of moments, we wonder why do we die!

So all I wish for is to make my life worth every dream-

‘cos I love to live and I just hate to cry…

Reviews

[nibhz]

a simple poem with a deep meaning! gud wrk! keep it up!