Airborne....

Standing on the edge ov this tall building,
With the serene sun shimmering on my face,
I can feel through my arms the wind blowing,
whispering into my ears about my recent chaotic past,
and in front ov my eyes, see it pass so fast,
a colourless collage that can define,can confine,
I close my eyes and gasp...out ov the bedlam,
And plunge into the air at the wake of the calm,
now I am airborne...

The fresh moist air fills the void in me,
my face lit up with a smile ecstatic..
My eyes close shut,only contentment they see,
my arms wide open,feeling the cold embrace ov the wind,
no regret,no complaint,no burden,I live this dream..
I mere enjoy this freedom,yes,I live this dream.
long I have lived a life ov others,
now I live few moments ov mine...
oh I am airborne...

Is it my mother's unconditional love?
or is it my father's perpetual expectations?
Or is it my boss' ceaseless decrees?
It might be Naina's comfort that I craved!
which one is the catalyst to my plight,I wonder..
But I care no more,I only enjoy this moment I live..
I left them all 250 meters back,
back on the rooftop,I left my past forever...
Yes I am airborne..

I feel the blood gushing through my veins,
muscles contract and expand fencing my bones,
for the one last time I feel my breath..
I wish to preserve my heart's last beat...
I lie on the ground gazing at the skyward treat...
and for the first time I see,life walking away from me..
now I am newborn...

The Last Leaf Ov Autumn

'tis a story unheard,untold,
about a woman grey and old...
waiting for the return ov her heart,she sold..
but it never came..
and she couldn't realize she sold it in vain..
All she got in return was suffering and pain..
pain ov her lost love.
Mirthfully she gathers the fallen leaves,
still she couldn't realise it is the autumn breeze..
staring at the swaying broken door ov her cot,
which cues her ov her past...
she wants to get lost in her reveries at last,
forever in his enigmatic charm..
'cause she is high on his love,opium..
Yet,she often prays for a wind to come,
and blow her away like the last leaf ov autumn...


she sees her tears roll down her numb cheeks..
out on the ground they fall...
She is clutched by her vanity,
she cant move,no,she cant feel..
but no one could ever see,
neither the ignorant nor the sapient..
the chasm which was consuming her from within..
she sold her heart for him.
Now,she only adjures that he knows,
he knows how much she loved him.
and one day he will return,
to her or to her grave...
the day she'd again cast her smile suave.
He would then know for sure,
she sold her heart,not in vain,but for him....
and he would treasure the last leaf ov autumn...