I always look up, beyond the imposing mountain range, through the darkened clouds and pass through the entangling trees and bushes to chart my own way….I do not subscribe to the norms as I am a free willed bird that soars high and over everyone and everything….stop me, if you can….
Beyond the mighty peaks, where menacing shadows play,
I finally find my orbital path, untouched by day.
Through tangled woods and stormy skies,
I spread my chimerical wings, where untangled freedom lies.
The theological norms, like restraining chains, try to forcefully bind,
But I am formidably wild, devastatingly untamed, sublimely unlined.
A feral bird of ferocious fire, with feathers intensely bright,
I rise above everything and everyone, in boundless flight.
The mountain’s fervent frown, a mere looming facade,
For I am more than sprawling earth and sod.
The mercurial clouds, my visionary canvas, dark and deep,
I paint my illusory dreams, turning them into realism, while others sleep.
So, if they think, they can stop me? Nay, it cannot be,
For I am the intimidating wind, and the wind is free.
I’ll exuberantly soar beyond the towering peak,
A maverick untamed soul, eternally unique.
And if they try to clip my sprawling wings,
I’ll sing defiance as I vigorously swing.
For in this fascinating dance of sky and land,
I am the raging tempest, wild and grand.
Beautiful Life 