AND THE WINGS TRANSPIRE

There is this particular species of ants which grow wings when their life comes to an end. Ever thought what would you have done if such a phenomenon was with us human beings? What you will do? Where you will fly?

And The Wings Transpire

She tried hard to smile

I admit, it was convincing

Fidgeting with my fingers for a while

I knew what her mind was conceiving

He was strolling on the granite tiles

His eyes staring the pallid ceiling

The journey would take miles

His heart at its best was consoling

Mr. Blackwell put his coat

And slowly showed us the way

I never have thought

To pretend will paint my face

In such a gray

Then it began

I was waiting for it

But never expected

For it to happen

In such a brief span

My wings

Stone cold

But calm like sea

Their existence

Merged with mine

Defining my soul

With a vast spree

Happy I was

Though I could see

The dark tunnel was visible

In front of me

Whose other end

No one shall foresee

Such an irony

The moment

Terror reign my spirit

I was

At the verge of

Naming myself ‘Irit’

The vision hit the brain hard

Scurrying in a list

The game had already

Set the cards

I fly, yes

I flew to her

To say what was unspoken

What I never intended to let out

But this was

Demand of time

And her tears proved

As the oscillation chimed

Then again I rose

Up in the meek

There they were

Oh, the touch of their skin

On my cheek

I would have wait

Till eternity

But the voices

They were calling my name

Please, have a little more patience

O divine fraternity

I did this

I do that

I went there

And here too

Until the moment

They begin the shredding

Me?

More reasons to smile

Love and light

Filled my heart

Eradicating

All the possible ciphers of vile

Ah, so it’s time

The wings are gone

And so is the purpose

Gone? Wrong

Fulfilled; that’s now better

Yellow and orange waves

Accompanied by eternal red

Though still I venture here

The path to home is paved

I shall not stop them

It won’t be justice

But truly said

It was no gem

I know

They will understand

They will smile

That I know

And me? Well

My fingers still

Caress them

Where those unearthly wings

Once reside