Dreams.

I dreamed of flying high.

High on snow covered mountains.

Just to feel the feeling of freedom.

But my wings were wounded.

My attempt did not succeed.

I was thrown back on ground.

Here I'm standing..

With my wounded wings.

Gazing and analyzing the

people who fly high,

of people with wounded wings,

and people who chose to

live on ground, penetrating their roots

deep under the soil.

Is it a way to hide from harsh reality?

I always asked myself, then flying is

like turning back on reality came the

Answer from my mind.

Its not, its my dream, said my heart,

May be my destiny.

May be I should fly to feel

These wings are just but illusion

and the flight too.

May be I should feel this to realize

I can penetrate deep inside earth,

and fly in the sky without wings,

and need not turn my back to this world.

May be I can stand here amidst the crowd

and feel the feeling of freedom,

freedom to fly high,

Across snow covered mountains...