the way I see it...

The way I can see the world others can't because I was born with the wings. The sheer vividness and magnitude at which nature works can only be seen if you can be airborne. The gusty wind that I can feel with bright blue sky above me and the magnificent earth below me, the canvass with hundred colours can make one speechless and completely mesmerised.

The littered woods and shimmering rivers and tall mountains touching the sky. Everyday and every season has something new for the eyes. The city lights and the sketched farms, the sinful seas and shapeless clouds. The beauty that no poet can describe in words; it is just the eyes that can feel and admire.

This is the way I see it, this splendid world from my eyes locked in the cage, yes I have the wings that can make me fly but they are confined behind these rusty bars. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming and seeing the world with my imagination.

I hope it is all true I hope it is all pure and I hope it is as beautiful as I have imagined from my cage. Let my words fly holding the wings of my imagination.

Wise men say that is a very thin line of difference between reality and lunacy, Je ne sais pas… and I leave it for those wise men to decide what is right and what isn’t. I fathom the beauty of the world from the confinement I was born and I will live with that and probably drop dead too with that belief.

The way I see it…

`nilesh