I don't have the sky over my head,
The land underneath fails to hold me.
I stagger between the best of both worlds
Too plain to be a human, too bold to be a spirit.
My creased skin sparkles under the magic dust,
But I wish I could get rid of it, my past aflictions!
I wish to see what I couldn't blinded by time,
I wish a whisper from the past could set me free.
I wish I could die slowly and yet all at once.
I wish against the wishes that life holds.
I wish I could rob the secrets of Pandora's box,
I wish I could sing sleeping beauty a little lullaby ,
I wish to tell the happy prince, it's okay, I see him cry!
I wish to tell everyone that it's okay to wear one's skin
That it's okay to be what you want to be
That being alive were a blessing enough
That the sky still smiles at them
That the ground is still theirs
That they still get the best of one world
That they are alive, that they are free
That they are everything that I failed to be.
Isn't it strange how love binds people who are polar opposites! I have always believed love to be a faith which grows deeper each day as it is based on trust and the ability to hold on just like the waves hold on to the sea. The story is about two love birds who got caught in the web of love. He resembles the morning sunshine, shy yet bold enough to fight past the night's gloom. A deafening silence engulfing his soul. She is a tempest who gave his silence a shattering jolt. And just when the word impossible could have defined the bond they likely could have shared, the word split itself into " I am possible!" and a possibly, "I am possible" love story took birth. What interests me is the way they stand together, I have seen them fight, seen them suffer but that suffering has it's beauty of it's own where one cries and the other feels the pain (Okay, that was a cliche!) I was always attracted towards stories which had pain in the sense that it mad...
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