The silences of words...: Wings

Monday, March 14, 2011

Wings

You try to give me

wings, when I wish not to be

free. Oh! The torture.

Written For Haiku Heights Prompt #34: Wings

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I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.

-Che Guevara

A Cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

-Oscar Wilde

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness - Robert Frost

Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference - Churchill

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

- Kahlil Gibran

This is where the creative juices of the inner self flows out loose. The pain one undergoes when he/she has something inside them to write about, is unexplainable- like the pain the mother undergoes while she is giving birth to her child. And like in pregnancy, once it is all written and said, then the writer undergoes a something like postpartum depression, because suddenly, all that weight that he/she has been carrying around, is all gone and there is a void inside. But like motherhood, ever time one reads their work of art, they feel happy and contend. To see it grow in front of her own eyes and become capable of the self. The writer also feels that what a father feels towards his child, pride. This is where the silences of every word is born, and where these silences makes sense!

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