Tuesday, November 22, 2011

My Wings



I wonder what people mean when they talk about wings, for me they have different meanings..


I feel like soaring in the clouds when i make my parents proud of me, or when someone praises me in front of my mum and dad and i see dad's chest swell with pride.


I feel the clouds passing by me when my little brother comes to me with his maths problems and when i solve them he asks me "Apne kya PhD ki hai maths mein"


I feel like touching the sky when i make people smile, when i help my patients, when i make aunties smile on my trip back to home on bus everyday. 


I feel like bathing in the shining sun in the sky when i play with kids, colour with them, tickle them and see them laughing.


And i feel like taking slides on the rainbows when he makes my heart flutter like a butterfly by making me believe that he would always be mine...

7 comments:

quartertoinsane said...

beautifully written...

Raajii said...

Ah wings.. that'll be an interesting idea... Sometimes I think there is a reason why humans dont have them. We would always run away from just about everything if we had any.

Biya said...

@ quarter to insane..
Thank you

Biya said...

@ raji
yup magnificent things, but look at the brighter side, we will fly towards our relations and destinations and distances would decrease.

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Sadaf Hafeez said...

When we reflect
Little things = Big things
Beautiful Sentiments :)

Biya said...

yup thats so true..