Sitting besides the window seat in an airplane, many thoughts pour in... These thoughts are always the same. The strange thing that happens to me is that each time I take on to a flight journey, the experience is always the 'first' for me. I always feel equally excited as a little kid who suddenly gets big wings... and the experience remains exactly the same each time...(if you know what I mean..)
In that short journey of few hours, I somehow feel as if I am playing so many roles in different costumes.. and probably that's what makes an air journey just the same for me each time...
As a painter, I desire to use my own colours - make the trees go blue and the sky go pink....
As a builder, want to place buildings as my world way...
As a dreamer, resolute to conquer the world, as I am already high up touching the unreachable...
As a bird, get my big wings, I fly high to the envy of the foot walker....
As a runner, get new speed, breaking the finishing line, at my discretion....
As a lover, look at the romantic scenic and smile... and may be blush too....
As an adventurer, desire to open my parachute, and fall free... letting the air hit me in my face...
As a scared baby, shut my eye, when see that first lightning...
As a god believer, feel my distance with him has reduced....
As a curious child, want to catch the sun in my hand...and even play...
As a diver, desire to dive deep into the snowy clouds...
As a kid, play tippy tippy tap with stars...
As a poet, wish to keep writing and never stop...till my ink finishes....
As a reader, find my best library in the warm silent new world...
As a thinker, start questioning, why are trees green and sea is blue...
As a toddler, desire to touch the ground to see if I can walk...
