There among the busy bustling masses,
Thrives some silent moments,
With stories locked deep in every footprint
Oozing out of crevices of tired souls.
It’s upon you
What you want…
To pass off
To listen with your heart
The stories unuttered.
— Sweta Roy Choudhury
Some days back, I came across the line 'Fly me to the moon' the opening lines from the song by Frank Sinatra. I was amazed by the line and went on listening to the song. I liked the song. But the lines were not what I imagined it would be.
So I went on to write a poem with the lines I felt, when I first came across the opening of the song. So here it goes:
Oh! Wings of soul
Fly me to the moon.
Take me to the stars.
Let's take a long stroll,
Where milky way glitters.
Far far away, where the sky meets land, where the clouds kiss the grass, there is a place- I will meet you there; among the sound of winds brushing grass blades, among the scent of flowers carried by the petals… The wind will toss & play with my hair & the rays of sun will glisten on them… the soft sun rays will lit your face & moonlight will lit mine. There, where the sun & the moon meets, we will be together FOREVER. Because, ‘forever’ stops there, waiting & relaxing for eternity…