She loved heights....
Feeling the breeze...
Touching the sky...
Looking down at the world
Spread out beneath her
Shrunk and shrivelled.....
What terrified her below
Seemed trivial up here....
Peaceful silence and
Distance helped her
View things objectively....
Shape her perspectives....
She loved balloons
So colourful, so cheerful
Bobbing up and down....
Held by a single thread...
Ready to break free
And float away....
Just like her...
Hanging on to life
And counting the days
Until she would be free
Of the ties, the pain...
And drift into oblivion...
She always brought
Balloons here with her
She felt a sense of power
Releasing them one by one...
Giving them their freedom
And watch them soar.....
She knew then, that
She was strong enough
To let go of what she loved....
The people she cared about....
And watch them flying high
Way beyond her reach.....
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7 comments:
The last stanza is my favourite.
Mine too!!
My, this is very touching...
It was just a browzing glance...
beautiful few lines... .
In short, in a monotonous reign,
I gained a moments happiness.
Were you by any chance from R.T.Nagar, do i know you? If you are the person who i think u are, strange,really strange, the world is strangely small.
regards, jose/suresh
How strange! Yes I was in R T Nagar for almost 5 years. Studied in Clarence High School. Are you Latha chechi's brother by any chance, both your names-Jose and Suresh seem to be too much of a coincidence. Thanks for the encouraging comments, by the way. Keep posting.
i just cant believe it... it cant just be ...i still cant believe it..i saw u last in 1980. oh god..strange.......cant believe it..still......vrsure7@gmail.com
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