Thursday, July 5, 2012

Jumping off a cliff




I float
In void
Convinced by
The reality
Of illusions.

Dust particles
Lit up by
The sun rays that
Appear blue
Their true colour
Obscured
By ages of
Pretence.

Clouds
Fickle,
Undecided
Unsure even
Of what matter
They really are –
Solid, liquid,
Vapour?

The air around
Giving an
Impression
Of flight
The “flight”
A plunge
Towards
A grisly end.

But still
I jump.
For the free fall.
I float.
I “fly”.


Photo courtesy: deviantart.com

6 comments:

  1. i have been a regular reader of your writings, rambling, musing, poetry, at times your absence but i must say your words are growing like a beautiful garden, in the valley that i metaphorically mean is your life.
    god bless the might of your words.
    a beautiful read!!

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  2. Thank you so much @Quietitude! :)

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  3. It will be my favorite until you write another one.

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