let me fly

Hidden behind translucent layers of the sky,

I see it,

Floating,

Like a lost kite…

A vague glimpse,

A sharp gleam,

It seemed so familiar,

Was it my reflection?

It seeped into me,

Like liquid light,

Illuminating me, from within,

as sparkle in my eye.

My dream it was, 

a dream that drifted away one lonely night

silently,

without shedding a tear...

Wings of desire,

Take me to it!

Let me hold it,

Let me live it…

flood

Words,

throng my brain,

seeking a logical order.

One synonym,

challenging the other

to express

every sense of the thought

in all its depth and power.

And sentences,

in an impatient queue,

jostling, raucously,

to be read first.

lost and found

I desperately searched,

every day,

For that pot of ink

I lost...

The ink that writes itself

into words,

in thousands of colours

iridescent,

in joy;

dark, deep

in morose shades of despair;

translucent

in dreamy white,

and at times,
in hues,

like from an artist’s palette,

mixed,
yet adjusted to perfection.

Today, I found it.

Gathering dust,

in an ignored corner of my mind.

And also, a pile of white paper.