"There is a Sky"

Neither the constant life we had demanded nor the variable one we had expected. Unlike Robert Frost, we could not take, 'the road not taken.' Despite having a stable life, we face instabilities frequently. Days in cubicles and nights in coops, we are no longer the free birds. We used to be rebellious. Maybe then we were rebels without the cause, but now we have at least the reason however, we do not dare to be a rebel. How time flies that we forget the flying. We become habitual of being flightless. At times, we still do crave skies, but the land has clenched our bodies. Our souls have always been free, free from every uncertainty and certainty. Life has been cruel to souls, and it mutilates them because they are rebels with the cause. 

There are moments of acting puerile, which observe the possibilities of remembering the flapping mechanism. Sometimes, revisiting the past of being in the sky suggests thinking about the unfamiliarity of the present. Being worried about the tattered soul. Let even a minuscule cause be the reason for flying high. The land is enough for the body, and there must be a sky for the soul. It is suffocating to masquerade as terrestrials. We deliberately please the ecosystem that we are caged in. Our needs always silence our rebellion as it is futile. The soul needs a sky, and the body needs to be free. 

"Fly"

Out of the cage; 

With all the rage.

High up in the sky;

Flapped the torn feathers to fly.

~Aamna