Like Freedom

From air to air we go
we feed on crystal clean air
and make fruits and delights of imagination
the sweetness of bread
the beauty in an half seen smile
the smell of childhood
are gods we worship unknowingly
The door seems open at times
We wait saying
"One day..one day.. not yet"
Let the distance ..the fog in the view
the absence the clean air
turn into ripe fruits
Forever sweet and for ever free
In memory the smell
the song to guide us through the days
we pass waiting for
One day..one day
We shall surrender everything
And return to air.


(Does this sound too prophetic?...which is an odd tendency in me.....thats why i dint post it for years...
anyways....it represents a recurrent philosophy or idea in my mind)