I want to fly
I want to fly like a bird
above the clouds,
behind the rising fog
and not be seen.
Had I known what being seen entails,
Had I known what being heard truly means,
I would never have bargained to be in the open space.
Life would have continued flowing,
Floating,
Driving me.
To places,
Without once checking where we were going.
But I know someone out there still remembers me
calls me unforgettable.
No matter how hard I may try to become invisible,
that force continues to see me, hear me, and keep wanting to bring me back to the open space.
This time, I would like to bargain to fly in the same open space.
See me all you want, but don’t paint my wings.
Hear me all you want, but don’t choke me.
I was always meant to fly, open space, or not.
I want to fly.
Just watch me fly.
I will fly a tad bit above.
Beautiful writing!
Thank you so much Vikash.
Lovely