Stupid me… 

When I was a child 

My thoughts were my escape into the terrains wild 

Dreaming with open eyes 

Wondering out the closed windows into the skies 

Had made up my mind to be only me and unapologetically me till the end

Little did I know I was stupid.. 

Was the writer of my own fiction novel…

But as the years passed by.. 

The characters changed.. I was no more the main character.. 

The windows are now wide open.. 

More open than ever before.. But it’s my feet which are tied.. 

Potholes dug by fate and destiny everywhere around me.. 

I end up choosing to not move in either direction.. 

Now it’s not flying out the window.. 

I barely walk on the grounds now.. 

But last few days.. I have been strengthening my weak wings.. 

Preparing them for flight.. 

With the windows now being cleaned and the cobwebs being wiped off.. 

On of these days, this Eagle is going to take her flight.. 

She will soar into the open skies.. 

And her wings will have the speed of blinking eyes.. 

She will not wait for a nod.. 

Potholes on land will not stop her.. She is meant to be on the land anyway.. 

The flight where she flies alone.. Where she is her own commander and her own captain.. 

Dusk and dawn

The break of dawn.. 

With the cold breeze in my hair.. 

Barely a soul visible in sight.

I am covered in the confines of my blanket 

Conveniently avoiding the morning blues.. 

Which I know will run after me once I escape these boundaries.. 

I know it’s just another day.. 

And I’m just another person.. 

Insecurities have crept inside which ask questions..  

Answers which are scaring me…

Will this day be the day I bring miracles to life? 

Will all bad things be replaced by good ones? 

Will I get to know myself better?  

More such questions cover me now as I have managed to get out of the warm confines..

Even with the blanket being put aside and left behind.. 

These questions are now covering me.. Following me closely throughout the day.. 

Promised land 

Beyond the comforts of their embrace 

She had started yearning for something more 

Didn’t care to tell them for fear of being 

Why do you need to share your mind with everyone anyway? 

They are just curious.. They really don’t care. 

So don’t worry. Its a transient phase.. The dry spell will come to an end. So will your fears.. 

Your tears will dry up and the sun will shine again.. Even the darkest nights last only for so long… 

So hang on little one.. You’re almost there. The rain is about to stop.. The sky is almost clear…