Wednesday, February 15, 2006

When I flew high

I stand like a rock, on the beaches of pain,
Life hitting me with its waves all day...
My hands tied behind me, I cannot save my face...
I see the smiling birds flying away -
- from me, leaving me standing on the shore,
The sunrise hurts my eyes, sudden light -
- after the darkness, surprise after shock...
I can hear the laughter of yesterday echo,
Resounding with music of the young days...
When I could run faster than time...
When I could leave the pain behind...
When I could dream with open eyes in the mornings,
When in the evenings I could play my guitar,
You left me alone... you left me far...
I can hear the winds of yesterday scaring me,
My hairs stand on their ends... feeling the loss -
- of the time when I could conjure magic,
When I could drown paper boats and jump with joy,
When I could feel my dreams up in the sky...
I remember the day when I could fly...

-Anubhav

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