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Soaring high or lying low is not for the faint of heart

You'd love to be a star

Twinkling up above

Burning yourself endlessly to put on a spectacle

Though run out of fuel, you collapse:

Diamond in the sky

To the soot smudging the black hole


You'd love to be the kite

Rainbow on a string

Flung and steered and tugged and released

Though fragile egos at stake, you slither:

The epitome of balance

To a throat-slitting weapon of dissection


You'd love to be a balloon

Red and shaped like a heart

Batted and chased down so parties can be fun

Though stop defying gravity, you fizzle:

Floating like the butterfly

To bursting like a bubble


You'd love to be the cloud

Fluffy ethereal pillow

Stuffing itself with snow and rain and sleet and hail

Thought let lightning strike, you plunder:

A divine celestial veil

To a tempestuous twist of fate


You'd love to be a bird

Melody on-board wings

Crooning its lungs out

Though feathers ruffled, you’re muffled:

Plumage with a soul

To dead as a dodo


You'd love to be the wind

Nature's Invisible embrace

Hiding and seeking and swishing and swooshing

Though spiral out of control, you ravage:

Sustaining life and joy

To Mother Earth rightfully fighting back


You'd love to be a firefly

Light-Emitting-Diminutives

Flashing, blinking, hovering

Though with habitat overmined, you vanish:

A teleporting lighthouse

To conservation efforts awaiting the green light


You'd love to be a plane

Subsonic airbound train

Roaring into skies so they can get to places

Though fail to weather a threat, you shudder:

Dreams gliding sans friction

To debris the stuff of nightmares


It's as though flying high is never free

-Of the price tags it comes with

-Of the price it can exact

Though take that leap anyway

For if flying isn't easy

How can staying put ever be? 


Written by Vishaal

Published by Novel Mint Publishing

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A Penchant For Broken Things