WINGS

Well, someone has just inspired me to be a romantic existentialist....If that term even exists in Literature.I wonder what the meaning this world be without Love.If there would be meaning at all....Or will the world really exist.I dunno....As far as i am concerned, i will keep giving vent to my ideas....

But Love can Hurt.The pleasure in pain syndrome as i call it.and there is a feeling of flying HIGH....Thats why i call this poem of mine....WINGS!!Well, there is hardly any punctuation in this one....But i really believe, i don't need any here....

WINGS
-Kuheli Roy

He loves this self
And I bathe in the sunshine
Of his awareness.
His presence Guards me well
But I've flown so long
I fear this thing
And hedge its touching
Lest it stilt
My wings
And the grounding
Stifle us both.