A lance of light in the sky....

Its been a few quite a bad days in a row and when i got an invite from my colleague to come to his farmhouse for a few drinks and a cook out.. I jumped on it.. This place is near the Delhi airport and as it is bit away from population and traffic,  it is very very  quiet...

Sitting on a mooda, nursing a drink, watching the chicken cook over a slow wood flame, i hear an aircraft take off and i look to the sky.. Its an amazing sight to see an aircraft on its climb with its headlights turned on... You can see the  beam of light projecting ahead like a lance of light  in the sky piercing darkness ahead as the heavens claim the aircraft...

It reminded me of my car with the headlights on... How it would look to the pilot..  What is the romanticism attached to being a pilot.  A pilot is just another driver ..Most of the time the aircraft flies itself...

Is it because he does regularly what every human dreams of doing .. Fly.......

Is it the flight , or the idea of flying where you want .. of being free to chose.. .



A lance of light 

i look at the dark  empty sky
raise my arms to stretch high
trying to touch the stars with the tips of my fingers
a memory of my dream lingers
of my desire
to be free
i wish i could try
i wish i could fly

i wish..................