Monday, February 9, 2015

At the airport



It’s always nice to see people at the airport. People with different feelings, some of them are happy and excited, some of them are sad, few ones are coming to have some peace and few ones are leaving to get peace. Few people still don’t know where they want to go and what they want from themselves. Few ones have just finished their work and going back home, and few have just started. It’s always astounding to see different emotions what people carry when they are travelling from one place to another. Today when I was waiting for my flight, I was thinking about these feelings. We all have these different feelings but to experience them we have to go through different phases but at the airport we can see everything at one time, and I wonder how incredibly we humans are designed.

Thought of leaving something behind, thought of going so far,
And telling yourself that you will be back soon, you are not taking your soul away,
Just a matter of some time and for that you have to win this emotional war,



Thought of meeting new people, and making new world,
Thought of drawing pictures and filling colors in the new canvas,
And allowing this world to know about your ideas,
How you can manage to convert a weightless object to a bigger mass,

Thought of flying freely and holding the azure sky,
Crossing all the boundaries, and creating your own region to survive,
No matter what happens, keep pushing yourself to fly high,

Thought of reuniting with the ones, those were left somewhere,
But you know, how much you love them, their thought were always inside your mind,
And you are happy to have them again because you have realized without them your days are blind,

Thought of looking for the serenity, or searching a place to find your soul,
Where no one can ask you anything not even your name,
And spend time to find eternity for yourself without any claim,
We “humans”, beautifully designed species on this planet, and I am one of them,
Today I was looking for my feeling among them, which one I had carried along with me,
But I didn’t find, maybe still there and searching something new to append into my account,
Maybe something that I haven’t noticed, still I have to count.







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