Invisible Wings

By Asmi Mukhopadhyay

A little bird dares the storm, slicing through dusk’s shroud on wings unseen—  

Yearning for the Ray of Hope that shimmers beyond sorrow’s keen.  

What tethers its flight, what chains its heart—  

Is it the web of darkness spun from within, or the world’s unyielding part?

Too often, we wander lost below an endless sky,  

Blind to the miracle of our singular song, letting borrowed echoes amplify.  

The songbird in us aches not for its own melody,  

But thirsts for applause, to be seen, to be praised—  

Caught in the mirage of countless faces,  

Hungering for “likes,” fulfilling the hollow modern craving social media raises.

We forget to spread the invisible wings of the mind,  

To ignite inner suns while shadows press and bind.  

Creators of our universe, masters of each breath,  

We hide our diamonds deep, fearing solitude more than death.

Why surrender this sacred journey to the puppeteer’s hand,  

Becoming phantoms in a masqueraded band?  

Let us see with truth’s eyes, let us think with unclouded mind,  

Let us reclaim the rare pearl our searching heart may find.

Shall we let our golden journey wither, measured by another’s gaze?  

Shall we wait for twilight bells before giving soul to blaze?  

No! Let the heart whisper songs only you can hear,  

Let your wings, unseen but unwavering, cast out every lingering fear.

Break the shackles—the chains of doubt that tie,  

And soar for infinity’s summit, painting anew the morning sky.  

The uplift of freedom, the radiant feather of peace:  

These dawn from within when all false cravings cease.

So dare to fly where only your spirit leads,  

Let gratitude and courage become the wind that feeds  

Your rise above darkness, your embrace of the fiery blue—  

Each day is a gift, each breath a chance to be true.

Fly, even if invisible, for the sky is yours alone;  

Unfetter your heart—the journey’s blessing is your own.

By Asmi Mukhopadhyay