Wings

Must we always lose our way to find wings

Must we cry to hear the happy song life sings?

Must we walk a path lined by thorns

And battle alone, to right a single wrong?

Must struggles always precede wins

Must there always be a mist before the sky clears and the sun sings?

Why does a mother hurt before she cries in joy to touch her baby

Why do hardships pave the path for love and glory?

Life happens in duals, the dark before the shine

The sad is always the alter ego to happiness and smiles

Love and hate, they walk hand-in-hand

To usher in harmony, the stark into the sublime.

Written by Gargee Ghose
The Writer

A traveller through many a season
Have traversed roads, seen the close, the distant horizon
Some tucked-away dreams are my treasures
I delve into this trove when in distress or despair.
Don’t you too have a much-cherished list of “one-day-if”s
That distant dream, often far, but at times so within reach?
And then the day breaks and with it my fairy tale
Leaving behind the lovely feel of its happy trail.

This space is for those like me, so much yet unaccomplished,
To pen down some “what-if”s, those crazy wishes, some distant dreams.
Let our bedouin minds wander off all limitations
And the rush of the mountain stream wash away our inhibitions.

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