Wings of my dreams

I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

With the wings of my dreams,

stepping on the cloud of hope.

tasting the breeze of freedom,

floating in the lung, caressing my soul.

 

I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

Breaking all the stereotypes,

Or taboos limiting me,

Relishing my eyes with gorgeous views,

free from all the frame of reference.

 

I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

Above the judgemental views,

the staring eyes and the noisy voices.

Loving my solitude,

shaping my dreams.

 

Yes I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

Above all the envious thoughts,

insecurities, hatred and pessimism.

with hope and happiness,

fueled with optimism.

 

I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

Not like a kite tied to the string

being a puppet of others.

But like a bird returning to the nest in evening,

chirping the travel stories with my loved ones.

 

Yes, I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

 

Higher than the horizon,

above the limits of the sky,

above the stars and moon,

Walking in the heaven.

 

Yes, I just want to fly,

high and high in the sky.

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Comments

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Philip Stevens

Sat 13th Apr 2019 19:49

Fly Ankita, Fly

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AVISHEK GHOSH

Sat 10th Nov 2018 05:13

Beautiful poem.Good flow

Big Sal

Fri 9th Nov 2018 23:12

The rhythm grows on you as you read.?

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