Roots

For long,

He longs,

The loner...

The bird,

Who fly high...

Does not fall in for a small tree..

He chose the peak to be his nest..

Where he can rest... No pest... 

In the arms of sun... 

Where we thought no one can survive..

Where we thought only death is alive..

Death... Explosions.... Misery.. Pain...

No place for for life... Love or sane...

He was a saint when sane,

But now... insane.....

He took off the weight... Before he flew.. 

Was it the shoe... Taboo? Blue? 

He flew for long... And evolved through lives... He became untraceable.. Unreadable.. He became what he wanted... Invulnerable.. Impeccable.. Irresistible... 

The only regret was the loss of root... The home where he was bloomed... The touch of sensitivity...The smell of heaven... 

He forgot.. 

where he left the shoe... 

The weight ... 

Ohh the story... So true...