Sweet Messenger

A Conversation: Part 10


Usman:

Freedom Flies with the winged kings
Feasting on whatever providence brings
Pulling with claws of tyranny
Airborne creatures' destiny's strings


Sai:

This one is called "Sweet Messenger".

Words,
They fell from my mouth,
Into a pot of ink.
Now, 
Smeared on a piece of paper,
With emotions,
That are hidden deep within.
Brought to you in this letter,
Which will for sure make you think.

Think,
Of all the days we have been together,
Think,
Of all the fun we had together,
Think,
Of the warm summer days,
Think,
Of the cold and rough winter.

Oh we have survived!
Survived,
Through all this together.

Now, it's been 50 years,
Who would have ever thought,
That at one point,
We would have to be far away...
From each other.
Separated,
From one another.
Due to circumstances,
That were caused  
Cz of the ancient war.
In which, our ancestors fought... 
With each other.

Through this letter...
Let me take you,
Back to our glorious adolescent days.
Oh, our mischievous ways.
Filled with nothing but...
Pleasant songs and joyful laughter. 

Oh, come here you,
My humble bird.
The messenger of my love.
Here's a letter,
For my beloved.
Sealed with a gentle kiss.
A symbol of my,
Care and love.

Farewell,
My sweet dove.
I hope you travel well.
Carry my message,
To my dearly beloved.
For you are the only link...
That binds us together.
Forever.
Be it heaven or hell on Earth. 


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Reference:

The Eagle: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/06/the-eagle.html

Freedom

A Conversation: Part 9


Usman:

A ship crashes into the clouds above
Below them wings for freedom a dove
I would fly with thee, Winged One
But I am trapped here by my mother's love


Sai:

This one is called "Freedom".


Once when I was a little boy
I wished that I could fly
Fly so high like an eagle,
Soaring through the mighty sky.

How majestic that creature was,
How powerful was his glide.
He flew as if he owned the world,
As if he couldn't be confined.

Hence, he had that pride.
Which screamed,
Freedom is mine!

Ah those eyes,
Those magnificent,
Sharp eyes,
Hooked on a prey,
Waiting for the right time,
To take him by surprise.

Much respect,
I have for you.
Cz you showed me what freedom is,
And how it can be mine too.


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Reference:
I Would Fly With Thee: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/i-would-fly-with-thee.html?m=1