by Lathiba R., I B.A English and Communications
I stare at the grey ceiling of the room
The dim light from my neighbour’s window
Pouring into mine
I can trace the outline of the three winged fan
As I clutch my blanket to save me
From the artificial coldness
I wish
I wish I was out there somewhere
With my arms outstretched
With my eyes closed
With my hair loose in the wind
Not in a bun that stays on my head
Like a burden on my shoulder
I wish I was there
To feel the stars kiss my cheeks
And then I would twirl
In the deep starry night
And as light as a feather
My feet would lift off the ground
With the help of the wings
The night gave me
That are adorned with stars
That fell from the sky, saying
“I’m beautiful even after I fell”
I would rise above
With the sense of freedom
I’d be free
I wish I was there with the
Magic tingling under my skin
But here I am
Stuck under the grey ceiling.
The dim light from my neighbour’s window
Pouring into mine
I can trace the outline of the three winged fan
As I clutch my blanket to save me
From the artificial coldness
I wish
I wish I was out there somewhere
With my arms outstretched
With my eyes closed
With my hair loose in the wind
Not in a bun that stays on my head
Like a burden on my shoulder
I wish I was there
To feel the stars kiss my cheeks
And then I would twirl
In the deep starry night
And as light as a feather
My feet would lift off the ground
With the help of the wings
The night gave me
That are adorned with stars
That fell from the sky, saying
“I’m beautiful even after I fell”
I would rise above
With the sense of freedom
I’d be free
I wish I was there with the
Magic tingling under my skin
But here I am
Stuck under the grey ceiling.