The Art of Kite-Flying

" The sky is clear after that stormy night
  Sun is bright and the clouds out of sight
  A gentle breeze turning violent at times
  Bemusing all with its bitter surprise
  Standing with others, I am doing my best
  To judge the winds while planning conquest.


  The gregarious some are fenced by their peers
  Working together they are speeding near
  And I see the lonesome others, persistent and ardent
  Struggling with their papers but still being fervent
  As I peek inside me and wonder where I belong
  A voice echoes that I was both all along.


  Ah! the winds have now turned favourable for good
  Bringing surge in ardor and a boost in the mood
  A Sudden rush of adrenaline is now filling the cavity
  Left behind by failed attempts and depressing reality 
  Enthralled by the lofty winds, I could see
  The urge in those papers to go up and be free.


  Far away, holding the string is an innocent soul 
  who has tall dreams and majestic goals
  A relentless stress swiftly builds up inside
  In the string that he pulls to reach new heights
  As flinty tension breaks the rythem of the flight
  Lost are the dreams now and so is the fight.


  Suddenly, an analogy is evolving in my mind
  Isn't this game similar to the story of man kind
  A Career in the making is the kite flying high
  Aided by the winds that are Opportunities in disguise
  Restrained in motion and often indulging in strife
  Tied with the string that resembles dear Life 
  As I witness that little boy's despair and his crying
  I search for the one who can teach me the art of kite-flying! "


- Mohit