All through the sleeping days
I was acting on the stage
mimicking actions done for years,
parroting words of others
unsure, confused, rejected;
yet I had wings
to fly like a bird.

When I chose to be the audience
I stopped judging
enjoyed the role
started loving it all, from end to end
understood the importance
of waking up, accepting
my performance.

The same mundane world around me
uncovered, softened, changed;
detached, I was stable on the ground
my feathers could lift me beyond the sky
independent and free.

© supratik 2023
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I love dreams that let me do things I wouldn’t be able to do in reality. That’s the wonder of the dreamlike state. Flying is one of my specialities. I love this poem because I can identify with it.

Very much enjoyed.


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