The wings they grow slow – Ethereal Chillout, Cinematic, Trip Hop Versions | Song created with Suno (my lyrics, my voice) 4 July 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed my original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for a song generated using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
We often judge what we have barely begun to see, separating even what is alike while overlooking the quiet truths that live beneath the surface. The Wings They Grow Slow! explores prejudice, self-discovery, and the patient unfolding of compassion.
We build selves Tall and proud oft held A banner Prejudice Crime against what we ignore We pick of known shelves
[Verse] We build selves, tall and proud oft held a banner, Prejudice upheld A crime against what we ignore We pick of known shelves we adore
[Verse] Magmatic, a sea of faces unending, we shun their traces Our minds little spam agents pluck breaking wheat from wheat like potluck
[Verse] The hard looks, they tell us nothing What is there is unseen flapping Placid meet and greet to revise You can only see with heart’s eyes
[Verse] We choose swift, the cut relentless Faces gone, slow depart listless Our memories small suitcases The rest blank slate mind outpaces
[Verse] Indifference invades spaces Paper thin like my heart’s laces On a stark moonless evening spent Playing with the dark, soul absent
[Chorus] We dilate, cracked open we squirm Readied harsh, we are tender worm It takes us some light years to fly The wings they grow slow, butterfly!
[Verse] I too cut oft into myself Dark and deep, I bleed out the self Slow, separating me from me as it seeps into history
[Verse] I cut slow, the task gory bleak We melt fast like candy in cheek Mouth a place of prayer and sin One of our bridges to reckon
[Verse] You watch sad; there are rivers lit in your soul by fireflies that flit Where we could keep some tiny parts, save the wilderness that departs
[Verse] I smell you, it fills my nostrils Deep incense filling me with thrills A mantle of joy announcing your longed presence every evening
[Verse] We are not what we may seem, love Like in dream, floating high above, you beckon softly to the stars, scattered uneven like our scars
[Verse] We compare, our bodies a map that they hail then revere and clap Onlookers’ fascination swells watching our mutilated shells
[Chorus] We dilate, cracked open we squirm Readied harsh, we are tender worm It takes us some light years to fly The wings they grow slow, butterfly!
## 🎧 SUNO SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 😎 Chillout version Ethereal Chillout, soft piano motifs, glowing synth layers, gentle heartbeat rhythm, lush reverbs The wings they grow slow – Ethereal Chillout Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🎬 Cinematic version Cinematic ambient with haunting female vocals, reverbed piano, plaintive cello, slow emotional build-up and immersive atmospheric soundscapes The wings they grow slow – Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
### 🌌 Trip-Hop version A hypnotic Trip-Hop interpretation blending haunting textures, introspective rhythms and atmospheric depth The wings they grow slow – Trip-Hop Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Ethereal Chillout, Cinematic and Trip-Hop influences.
Immortal (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 28 March 2026
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[Verse] The breath comes in rasps confined crashing senses realigned in surge of waves collapsing My inner realms synapsing with your nearest contact points as scribble wills aching joints
[Verse] Blowing firm Into the dust holding on to Earthen crust the world crumbles from vile wile as love lingers for a while We live plane traversing hearts Lo! routine with it departs
[Chorus] Immortal high in the skies carving me blue butterflies Flying free I am now whole wings remnants of unchained soul Ease to fly is what remains once the wings were freed from chains
[Verse] Whirling into shades of loss within red palms I bear cross Nighttime balms applied so thick now covered all neat and slick concealed circles of the pain though on meadows it will rain
[Verse] Eyes will not bear dreadful sight chests will heave from awful plight as the hearts will breathe in sighs ravens dark will pluck sad eyes carved within sunken shadows as I caw so wild with crows
[Chorus] Immortal high in the skies carving me blue butterflies Flying free I am now whole wings remnants of unchained soul Ease to fly is what remains once the wings were freed from chains
“Immortal” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Blues
“Immortal” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Folk
“Immortal” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Gospel
“Immortal” AI Music song on youtube using Suno with my lyrics and my voice / Indie
Morose thoughts
find a renewed glow
Daffodils
growing slow;
they splatter sunlight upon
the shores of my heart
Orange seeds
harken to new start
Diluted
misgivings
shaken into silken reeds
cloak my back new wings
I see change
some hard some lighter
Woven Time
knitted through
vibrancy of my spirit
in door which they lit
Reading of the poem:
Alternate Realities – Chapter Eight : Training the dragons
1 June 2020
Courtesy wallpaperflare
She was awoken from her daydreaming about the dragons with a start when Horus touched her arm and pointed to a large clearing in the woods above which they were flying. Horus uttered a few words in the language of the light and the dragons swooped towards the clearing. She just had the time to cling on for dear life to the bony protrusion at the base of the dragon’s neck before they swooped as she had understood the command Horus gave just in time. The dragons had grown again in stature as she had been imagining them growing while they flew. They stood now in a circle around the large clearing.
Horus gave an order and the dragons took to the skies again before swooping down with their mouths open but without fires coming out of them. She realized that they were mimicking a flame attack but were just not using the full breath of the dragon as they did not want to set fire to the woods. Some of the dragon crossed each other’s paths and Horus asked them to stay at a safe distance from each other. He again gave the order for the attack and this time they came down swooping without crossing each other’s paths. After he had made them repeat the attack around 15 times, Horus told them that they could now play for the rest of the time.
The dragons scurried along the clearing and some wrestled playfully while the others flew about in the skies pursuing one another. A couple of dragons started getting overexcited and this resulted in them breathing out flames. Horus yelled out an order but it was too late. The flames had caught on to the adjacent trees that were very dry and immediately shot into a high flaming torch. The fire spread quickly to the nearby trees and it was soon a bushfire. The dragon she had rode on at the beginning swooped down from the skies and lowered his head so that she may climb up. She mounted and it immediately took off to the skies with the other dragons following closely. Horus was not very pleased with the incident but told her that the rains would take care of the bushfire in due course. He was still pleased with the rigour shown by the dragons in the training despite the incident as they were relatively young and inexperienced dragons. They are almost ready, he said with a smile.
It is not often that I am at a loss for words as words are usually all that I have. I realised though that the ocean between us has made it difficult to communicate so I thought I should write what I feel. Perhaps you will read this one day or perhaps you are reading it just as I post it. I am not even sure that I will post it or that there will ever be a mailman to carry such a terrible weight of unrequited love and loss. There are places no human can go, not even in the mind. There are places that are better left to the domain of the untouched. There are places where my mind hovers in between disbelief and grief.
Do you remember the beginning ? Neither of us had questioned then the essence of what we shared. The unbearable lightness of your touch that grew into a lingering and then intense shared ecstasy. When I am alone, I revel in the memory of that touch, soothing and intense all at once. When I am alone, I feel your presence again lurking in the corners of my grief-stricken mind. When I am alone, I know that you will always be there if not in body then at least in soul. I know it is only the physical form of you that I have lost but even this weighs upon my heart filling me with a yearning that cannot be placated.
I tread often the winding path of broken memories trying to retrace how we got to this point of no return. I know that you had placed so much faith in my reaching the limits of the known and pushing beyond them to open the gates to the unknown. It was not just an esoteric experience, it was a matter of testing whether we were ready or not for the next stage. I know you placed so much faith in my abilities that you had been testing. So much was in stake and yet, despite all my love for you, I failed you. I remember you telling me that when you love someone you would do anything to be with them. I did everything I possibly could but yet I failed you and you vanished from my life.
There are days when the weather is mild and a soft breeze caresses my face startling me into the thought that you might be back, that if I open my eyes you would be there smiling at me again. Then I commit the mistake of actually opening them into the void of your absence. I sigh but at the same time feel your presence in your absence. It is like your absence negates itself because of the strength of the memories you left and the lingering presence of your soul that remains imprinted upon mine. Then there are days when all I wish for is for the sun to never rise again so that I may close my eyes to never open them again on a world where I can no longer see your smile.
When I think of it, it looked like such an easy test to know oneself and to act upon that knowledge. Little did I know that our human frailty blinds us to our true selves and that even when we think we know ourselves we are never able to really act upon that knowledge to the fullest extent required if our knowledge of ourselves is even slightly incomplete. You were expecting me to spread my wings and fly but I only saw them as a paper thin parchment, a relic of a past glory that would never be resumed. I tried to fly but was weighed down by the extent of my disbelief after a brief instant of taking off. In that fleeting moment of flight, I saw what it was like to be truly free.
Al Ghazali said « Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me ». I never knew how right that quote was before my soul got entangled with yours and I was made to test the boundaries of my own limitations while my soul urged me onward, beyond the unthinkable. I never knew that the contentment I once derived from living a simple life would be erased by the smouldering memories of the time we shared together. I never knew that I would live to see a day where I would be without you in my life.
Today, I look upon those moments of our shared hope with the unflinching eye of sobriety. Yet my sobriety hurts me like that of a perpetually drunken sailor would if he were to stop drinking all at once. My withdrawal symptoms are not visible to the world, they are etched in my heart and mind where I shiver alone, shaking with the grief of your loss. I live my life in a fever-clad nightmare tossing and turning in my mind, yearning to relive that shared hope once more. I live my life in the unhappily pregnant moment of realisation that I failed you.
A million gaps compose my essence now making it impossible for me to be whole again. When you were there, you were the matter between my gaps binding me together and allowing me to move around in the world with a sense of purpose. All purpose disappeared when I failed you. I keep repeating to myself that in another life we will be together again but that litany does nothing to thwart the agony of your absence. I move from one paradoxical situation to another not sure whether I should laugh or cry or perhaps do both at once to finally relieve the perpetual tension that my heart relives.
One day, I will have grown strong enough to pass your test. I know now that there is no turning back from that test. Once started, it must be completed. I know that the day will come and even if you are no longer around to watch me do it, I will fly. I have chosen the spot and the time of the year. It will be at the peak of the Mount Kailash and just before the snow starts melting. I will gather my strength, my memories of you and of our time together and I will spread out my wings and fly. The wind will echo through my outstretched wings and the snow will carry my shadow to its destiny.
The next spring, the letter is found by her mother who cries at the thought of the agony her daughter went through without a soul knowing about it. Her daughter had never returned from her trip to the Mount Kailash. Nobody knows what happened as a body was never found. Perhaps she had finally been able to fly away to a better world in her own way. Perhaps one day her body would be found under a heap of snow. Perhaps she had decided to go on a very long trip elsewhere without telling anyone where she was going.
The mother raises the letter to her lips and closes her eyes. Behind her eyelids she can clearly see the image of her daughter flying against the backdrop of the beautiful Mount Kailash. A tear rolls from her cheek and falls on the letter causing the ink to blot. The blot looks like the peak of a snowy mountain. The mother slowly opens her eyes and seeing the blot smiles a wane smile. It is like a message from her daughter telling her that everything is alright and that she is indeed flying, high above the Mount Kailash, her faith in herself and her knowledge of herself at their peak.
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