Spring Boots

Downwards,
I face earth;
revolving land
comes closer,
surrounding me
in fading colors.
I am alarmed.
how quickly I fell?

and I wish
I could recoil.
Then, can we reconcile?

If somehow I pull out
my spring boots
and rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.
Will you say "hi"?
or derisively-"nice try".

Gravity bangs my head to past
I remember my foolishness
I am sorry; I am aghast.
I deserve the fall.
But I can stall,
if you can
pardon my heinous crime,
give me one more chance,
just this one more time.

Then I will bring out my spring boots
I will rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.
and will never plunge into depths again
before I crash, call my name,
call me to bring out my spring boots,
one last time rebound, re-shoot
up; up to you.

and I am going down!!!

Sunglasses

What was there to see?
It was all cliched
It was all predictable
It was cleanly ordered
and was fairly labelled

The mob had all the known gestures
the greetings were rehearsed the night before
the weather turned out damp and grey
as good as the forecast had foretold

Disinterested people weren't interesting
so I din't push my efforts in vain
I concealed myself into darker sights
I didn't even try to feign

I strolled amongst us for a while
sticking along a polite smile
and then after a while
I slipped inside to hide.

What??

Little drops are
now bubbles in the sky
My dreams grew wings
My dreams can fly!!

And as sunlight crosses
a rainbow splits
I had slept alone
But I woke up amidst !!

for the shine,
the winged reflections,
are causing relaxing swell
along the suiting contractions.

Everything, now above my eyes.
All are enrolled in my sense
Flying, flying , flying away
are these my desires or pretense??