W.T.F.

There's a pain that lives inside me,
To explain it ,
Is a difficult thing,
To know the reason,
May be even tougher,
But to feel it's existence ,
You just have to be me,
Maybe then you could explain,
To me,
The reason of its existence ,
The pinnacle of its being,
Please save me,
O dear God,
Or tell me,
That it's just me,
Who feels like this,
Trapped in his own thoughts,
Pained by his own self......

Fly - II

So once again I get to fly,
Up above the sky,
To see my favourite view,
I once again flew,
From my tensions,
And the daily chores,
To get a taste of ,
Not being featherless,
To see the mountains of sky,
To watch the buildings ,
Turn into ant size,
To see the horizon,
Right before your eyes,
The blue sky ,
Turning into an orange delight,
To loose your worries and
Your cry,
For once ,
To enjoy the beauty of the sky,
To see how bird see,
To feel how small are we,
To enjoy this time,
Before we are consumed again,
By the dullness of our day to day lives,

Fly

And though I fly momentarily,
I love to be up here,
Above the clouds,
Above the rains,
Between the atmosphere,
And the terrains ,
The clouds are like,
Big mountain of flakes,
And we cut through it,
Like a knife through a cake ,
The world below is where we live,
And we love and fight and grieve,
Everything is so small,
As if they have lighten streak of lamps,
And the horizon is just on the corner,
Emitting rays of love and hope,
For few moments you come here,
And be above the rest,

Memories

Memories,
Some good , some bad,
Some brings back the lousy days,
Some makes us laugh out loud,

Memories,
A world in their own,
A place where the snow glows,
Somewhere between the lousy lakes,

Memories ,
Are as you make,
Some makes you feel proud,
Others forcing you to crouch,

Memories,
All to be cherished ,
Whether knocking the wind out of you,
Or just filling you with pride..

Memories
Are all to be cherished...