1 month ago
Why should I fly back?
To the land
Where wonders exist
Falls, Rivers, Parks
Skyscrapers, aesthetic towns
Though I have been part of it for years
My heart still remains stranded
Gets lost in the crowd of materialistic bondage
Invisible I remain, my heart never found solace on any Mondays
Saturdays and Sundays I mostly escape
Let my soul wander in the places it would go
If I weren't the captain of my soul
Captain of my soul?
If it is I or the society
Which so wants me to excel
But walk in the path which I never wanted
Dream of theirs to sing my song proudly
While I suffer in the corner of the heart with a genteel smile on my face
Today, while I keep heading out of the capital
Crossing the hills, and Trishuli on the edge
And get to listen the stories of people who hid their pain behind happy faces
The wind calls my name; the river flows painting my eternal pains
I keep following, fighting with the self
Myriads of problems, this small nation carries
My heart cries "There's no such place, pen it on the mountains, the people, the hills "
At least remember your mother wailing on this land of yours
Strangled in the choices of dreams, I keep heading out on tours
See the stories unfold, and tears flow
My heart cries "No knowledge is gained when left home"
Hey the captain of the soul, give me a reason why should I fly back?
In the land where self is what my heart lacks!