I stood at the edge of the road,  as I see the cars zooming past, I wonder, will I ever grow up?
Will i let myself go..? I had let my hair down years ago...they fly with the wind...with every car zooming past they go another mile.
but my feet remain rooted...almost dug half a mile deep into the sand...and yet my heart wants to fly...!
I often remember the dream I had years ago...a recurrent one...
The flying chair...I enjoyed it...loved it...for it would take me away...far far away...
And suddenly the distance would scare me...I was insecure...
suddenly the fact that i was free scared me...may be I was just scared of being out there.
How can someone be both in love with being alone, exploring and yet crave for company?
How can someone so craving for some thought time not be able to sit alone and eat.
Is she scared of the ridicule? Is she scared of the thoughts?
Is she may be scared of herself...? or what she might discover under those heavy rocks...
The girl every now and then resurfaces...
the smiles collide..!!!
the cars are still zooming past and my mind flies..!!!

The piece

A piece fell from the sky,
Right through my heart it flew;
A piece from it I did pry;
And I showed it to them few.
At the piece they looked;
At the sky they stared;
At the piece they looked;
Of me, they were scared.
They lowered their gaze,
They exchanged slight stares;
They lifted their eyes
in a unified blaze.
I stood alone,
one amongst all.
I stood for long,
Waiting for yet another fall.
A piece flew through the sky,
Right at my heart it flew;
A piece from me it did pry;
And I bet, they showed it to you too..!