Krish Hm - The flyer who has no limit height

The flyer who has no limit height

I floated gently on my golden wings,
Nor soaring nor swooping;
A joyful, lonely bird, with no words-
Like an osprey heading for prey,
With focused eyes, the deadly speed,
Faultless foresight, flawless might.
Over the dark blue waters of chance;

I see the valour of the wings, as I glide,
Over my own reflection;
A flying shadow over the gushing stream –
I spot my prey..

Ultimate speed, the moment to strike,
But……I slip.


Oh faith ! I fall, I tumble;
My wings are burning
I can’t bear it, have I erred?
No.., I am sinking in mistakes;
Drenched by my own failure.

Sinking down in the bog like
Darkness engulfing me;

As slow as time, gentle as a rain drop,
Like a fallen angel- I feel myself, as I fall;
Eagle chested “like a soldier betrayed.”

Not the gravity, or the loss;
But maybe the cause of fall,
Pains me as though in hell.

I see my little old self,
Staring gloomily from the surface;
Tears of fear, on the rounded cheeks;
Waiting for an unknown someone
I didn’t know how long I fell..
For I didn’t care.
What mattered was that I faltered
Dreams and legacies pass me like flying
Scenes of a cinema,
I am burning ……….
Down to ashes of nothingness.

Memories of the past silhouette me,
Tell me, are my wet eyes blurring my sight?

Vainly do I try to grab onto them
With what is left of my wings,
My hope flickering like a candle nearing its end;
What is left is just the glowing wick,
- a wisp of smoke wavering in the wind.

This is what I see in my head,
Tell me, am I dead?

I hear a maniacal laughter in my head…
Why do I have to suffer in my death bed?

I stopped thinking,
But have I stopped sinking?
Silence following more silence,
Has time stopped, or was that-
My hope that just dropped?

I lay still as though floating in mid air…
The darkness, the chill, the silence,
………………………all that I bear,
For a moment or for long, I don’t know,
But my spirit can’t go anymore low.


A rhythmic jerk, like a slowing train,
That’s the sound of my heart..
Like a muffled drum, I felt it become numb.


I hear a sound, (or a song, maybe a cry);
But no one was found.
A soothing lullaby brushing my ears,
A motherly touch crushing my fears.

Tell me, was I getting ready to be forever gone?
Or was this how I would be reborn?

The unheard whisper hushed my silent cries,
“Child,” it said, “ these are just unjust lies..”

I feel a rising temperature,
Just like water overflowing,
Out of a bowls curvature.
Like a lily getting ready to bloom,
Or a thunderstorm waiting to go “BOOM!”

A cobra ready to strike with its fang-
Or the moment just before the great big bang;
A new energy savoring me,
My burning heart has now been set free!
I, A phoenix bird from its ashes rises
Throwing away old disguises;
Ruby red flames on my heart engrave,
With crimson letters -“Be Brave!”;


My blackened plumage –
which had looked aged,
But not now, now it’s a new image…

Now hear me:
I have become my own fire, my own light;
I rise, not like a ghost from its tomb,
But a new blazing birth,
I rise from the shadowy pool,
shattering past-
The surface, fast;

Nothing to fear, but only
lots of cheers I hear;
A spectral aura by which I surround,
Trailing me behind as I go around.

I rocket up the sky, like never before,
On a breaking dawn, I spawn,
As men groan, and women fawn;

Know me:
I , the Phoenix bird, the symbol of might,
I, the flyer who has no limit height;

And now hear, my energetic cry-
As I succeed in my every single try.
See me, as I rise to the sky’s tower,
My new fire, I call it “WILL POWER”.

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