[photo: Louise Brooks]
A flight for another day
Equipped with the wings
of love, freedom and justice,
the Icarus in me flies towards the sun
ignoring the wax and the flimsy threads
that keep my faith and sanity together.
The wind whooshes past my ears,
deafening, drowning the wise voices,
of a grim father and a solicitous mother,
of everything that I have read or have known.
Eyes water as drops of my past leave me
and the future appears as a mirage
flickering beyond the clouds
which I know conceal much more.
Riddled with doubts,
taking refuge in my doubts,
I feel safe as I cannot tell
tears from the blinding raindrops.
You who block my flight, questioning.
You the judging one, would you resist
not swimming towards the horizon
of your thoughts, of the vast expanse that is you,
of your relationships stretched to eternity.
Would you in my place desist from the act
if you were told there is nothing beyond,
that everything which began
will meet its inevitable end,
when you too can see the silver lining and
the glimmer on the line of your life’s horizon.
The morning rays pump life into us,
every day starts with
the same glimmer of optimism.
The day is then spent toiling
as parts of consciousness
get amputated following dreams
that seem alien, seem planted.
But the sweet pain
of exhaustion in the evening
makes you settle
for your trivial successes,
you feel you earned the beer,
a cup of tea, a loving smile maybe
to wash down the dusk of ambitions
as you swallow your pride
and get lured by sleep.
Night comes with a darkness
enveloping your world
with a calming embrace,
silently creeping echoes
of an eventual death.
Are we not living a lifetime every day.
Yet we keep wondering about the futility,
of what to make of our limited existence
and the disadvantage of a finite life.
Are we not living in a shell
made of our shortcomings,
a wishful utopia that imparts sense.
The castle we build with grand delusions
is big and fortified but with a narrow door,
and a mind that would let us and our ego in
but not the big furniture of vision and of virtues.
They lie outside under the scorching sun,
it’s relentless questions battering them
on the relevance of it all.
I must take the leap this very day.
I must fly to the sun to confront
to question and find it’s grand designs.
I must fly to the sun to be able to live,
another day and in it another lifetime.
[ESP’s writing can be found on Esprambles.]