Feather Light

DAY-3:

There  are few moments in everyone's lives where we feel ENOUGH, where we feel that we need a break. A break from the daily routine, same people and a break from life in general. Such emotions crossed me as well. This poem is written when in such moods.

Whenever I used to lie down,

Thinking to myself.

With nothing for company

but the chirping crickets

and the howling dogs.

Eyes open, but seeing nothing.

Doing nothing, but wishing.

Wishing that I could be something,

something other than me.

May be for a brief period of time.

Wishing that I was a feather.

Ever so light, flying

getting caught in a blast of air.

But still floating away in peace.

I wish I could be that.

Floating away from everything

Surrounding me;good and bad.

Floating over my dear ones,

to see if they miss me,

or if they even care.

Floating over the murmurs,

often targeting me.

Invisible, untraceable.

Wish I was a feather,

floating away from plastic.

Emotions and people.

Wish I was a feather.

Ever so light, flying always.

Getting caught in a blast of air

but still floating away in peace