up in the air
When I fly...
WHEN I FLY
I really feel it’s a pity
I have to live in a city
I feel a sense of unrest
And discontent.
The sensory distractions
So called attractions’
Cause a feeling of fatigue
And a sense of ennui.
When I fly so high
I hear myself sigh
And the white clouds drifting by
In the azure sky
Fill me with peace
And put my frayed nerves at ease.
With my eyes glued to the outside view
And distractions a few
I forget I am in a plane
After long i feel sane
The clear blue and white
At 38000ft height
Away from the monotonous daily grind
Is just what I needed to declutter my mind.
Though there are people around
But I am blissfully unaware of all the sounds.
I wished I could alight
And join the clouds in their flight.
With no one to remind
We are behind
Schedule.
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It seems your holiday did the trick and there are unavoidable chores to do when we stay home. You took me with you on the plane way up high and loved knowing you feel yourself now. It's great to have you back mamta!
Yes; it is a journey exclusive- devoid of all that grinding destracting- beneath...but how long we could cling on to such a 'trip'? Beautiful muses, Mamta
I love the sense of light-weightedness...and how I too wish I could 'join the clouds in the their flight...' Lovely meanderings...
YES its about time , I thought your tooth was giving trouble once again ! City life becomes hectic for the employed & rather boring for retired people like me despite the household chores ! A getaway to cooler and higer hilly region invigorates the body and the soul ! Thanks for sharing , -Raj
No speedbrakers up there ...no crossings to negotiate ...wooly clouds accompany a mind ...and make it peacefully oscillate ....
and Oh! to be there with you..... I fantasize walking and lying down on the huge tree tops which resemble little hills..... Happy journey.....