About this Noon

When green is the land, when white is the sky, the star and crescent mere a shadow beneath, of those who were born to fly!

About this noon,
I can tell you,
what is different…

way her feet are touching ground,
but not meeting a surface…
way her eyes are lusting for tangent
hidden in far far distance…

the way clouds have gathered,
wearing a cloak of the angels…
dusting their clothes, off they go,
knowing no art of whispering.

Trees too have locked now,
all the disciplined birds inside,
chirp all they would do now,
just about their next flight.

Here hear them before they leave
leaves without any hide…
before beast turns around,
or before silver turns the tide.

She knows this place…
She always knew how it felt like.
But this noon is different…
One bird’s still out here flying in a sky.

Wind is blowing on her face,
though not enough to hold her
or to hold her steps.

Mist is blurring her sight,
but not enough to make her let go
of the world it likes.

Roars still are ringing in her ear,
not enough for her song to change,
or to stop her from humming.

For I know now this is the noon,
for which Earth was created,
and for this noon is one
to keep Heavens in the moaning.

About this noon,
I had heard long before it happened.

About this noon,
You can tell,
what remained same
what kept ascending…

This noon expresses the freedom of sky, the freedom of land and everything in between to become more than what they’re born with…

– Dedicated to a noon beautiful that brings along a message of freedom and prosperity…

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