ESCAPE

I have always adored the wind.

But today felt so different,

The nature and my mind conflicted,

sensed the oppression,

and the urge to leave and escape.

Bidding farewell to all those whom I love.

That is when I realised, the reality I believed, 

is so much distant from what it meant to be.

Painters along with their paintings, wait for the sun to shine 

and drive away the clouds of misery.

But I'm a painter of my life, I need not wait for individuality.

But how shall I leave? Making sure it goes unnoticed...

Should I borrow the pink bicycle of my neighbour?

who though sometimes rude, may do the favour.

Then off I'll go, cycling round and round,

in the pristine green fields under the clouds,

and to that lake where no one is allowed.

I will dissociate into nothingness.

If I disappear, promise not to search for me.

Turn around and leave for home. 

On your way, the butterflies may greet.

Watch the sunset, shower the familiar love to those flowers and trees, 

In their fragrance, you may find me.

Never wanted to let a lover down.

Only if I knew to say that- I admire you.

But I have admired everything, all at once.

And all those things gave me a reason to escape.

For love is sweet and silence sweeter,

But freedom is the sweetest of all.

SUBHANKI