H.Sanbika is medically oriented by degree though she's not practicing it currently, Her passion on scribbling thoughts dragged her here.
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Soar Little Bird
Little bird why won't you fly?
Are you that afraid to fly?
Tell me, tell me was it the flight,
Or was it the dreadful gruesome height?
Little bird why do you cry?
Can't flap your wings to go up high?
Tell me, tell me why the tear,
Can't you dare the mighty air?
Little bird why head so bent?
Does anybody really comprehend?
Tell me, tell me why you're locked
Inside that petty jail of glass
Little bird why are you sad?
Can't do the things that they demand?
Tell me, tell me why you're blue
Wish it's gone and so are you?
Little bird when will you fly?
To paint your dreams above the sky
I wish someday you will be free
To make your dreams reality
© 2017 Himeko Sanbika