The sky through the eyes of youth?

I don't remember the sun rays breaking through so beautifully, never noticed the clash as calm meets turmoil in the change of the passing storms... And sunsets never looked as beautiful... it maybe just maybe through the eyes of youth... things like these are beyond the eyes line of vision. Still caught up in the world...the heavens were yet to be seen... :)

Chasing

Running out of places to hide these faces
Tired of putting on all those pretenses.
When will a day go by that I am free..
Free of ridicule and snide comments?
Able to simply live and breath and be me...
Stop being judged for someone I used to be,
Let go of a past that was left behind me...

I changed me... doesn't that count for anything?
If I am to forever life in my own shadow,
Then please tell me what is the point?
What's the point in living?
Why did I stand so strong,
Live.... Live so hard, fight so long?

If all I am to ever be seen as,
Is who I once was, what I once had.
Success is attainable to the one who believes...
Yet no one can truly succeed,
If they are never let go of their bondage.
It's like clipping the birds wings...
And watching him try... try to fly free.

Each word, each dagger, each comment you make...
Snips away at the wings I have worked so hard..
Hard to build strength...
And everyone knows a caged bird... never
sings or flies free...
stop silently trying so hard...
So hard to silence and ground me.
I have lived, I have wronged....
I have changed and moved on.

Please, oh please don't make me...
Make me break free,
From all that has driven me,
Guided me, gave me reason.
Reason to be.

... stop chasing away...
If you want me to stay....
Let me go if you can't see.
See the real me.

@s.irfanaleem 7.19.2014

Not Meant for Pixels

Each day as the screen awakens,
The image that reflects is one I have taken.
A moment that I captured,
A Photograph in time... a picture created from pixels...
A reflection of an image in my mind.

So much is missing from the reflection I see,
The giggles I heard as she touched the stream.
The Laughter I felt as I held her in place...
Close enough to touch, far enough to keep safe.
The warmth of the sun can't be captured the same,
Just can't be recreated to be felt the way it was on that day.

Touch is the most impossible... impossible to see.
For how can a pixel reflect the senses awakened in me?
What it feels like at that moment...
How cold the water was, how warm the rock felt.
The breeze that blew through the air on that day...
Pixels can never recreate those details of that moment.

And oh, the sounds... the simple and sweet sounds.
Certainly one can see from a photograph taken,
The beauty and awe in a moment or destination.
But there are senses that speak in connection with eyes,
That give so much depth to the beauty of life.

How can a picture truly embrace,
What it feels like to stand at the bottom of a waterfall,
Water splashing against rocks... and feel so compelled,
To get as close as humanly possible,
Because life feels like beauty like this is simply...
Meant to be Touchable.

It might not always be able to be captured...
Be recreated.... but it should always be seen,
Be appreciated... acknowledged for the moment it is...
For as beautiful as the world may be...
not everything, is a touchable image...
For not everything is meant to be re-created...

So much of life is created to be appreciated.
Never intended to become a pixelated vision.

@s.irfanaleem 7.5.2014