Flight

Nov 27

Tempted by the world
of twinkling stars and moon,
and the flocks of birds
gleefully chirping and flying
towards the sky,
he also decided to fly high,
propelled by the wings
provided by his own kith and kin...

While flying over his place
he glanced back,
there was a line
of those trying to pull his legs
to bring him back
amid those well-wishers
who kept praising
and encouraging him...

Finally he reached his destination
to enjoy his power and position,
forgetting entirely
what was happening beneath him,
but he was alone there,
stars had the company
of the fellow stars,
and birds had their own flocks,
he had none from his own group...

One day he descended and found,
his wellwishers had left the stage,
he felt empty, forlorn and desolate
by their conspicuous absence...

Then came a group
of those he abhorred,
who used to pull his leg,
were now pulling
those old memories free
of the prison he had sent them to,
to give him
the much desired company,
he silently started building
a fresh flexible bridge
by forgetting, letting go
and tweaking here and there...