Bird

I’m a little bird

I was meant to fly

fly high in the sky

spread my wings and roam the world,

changing paths every year,

feel the freedom and feel no fear.

I was meant to travel, travel free

live the life just being me,

I wasn’t meant to change my identity,

learn the lessons as they come,

and not be caged before they come.

I was meant to fly, and I was meant to sing

I was meant to dance when it’d pour,

I was meant to face it and stand against it whenever it’d roar,

I was meant to learn all by myself,

I wasn’t meant to be caged in name of help.

I’m a little bird,

and I’m caged

captured for years

so that I may stay safe,

Behold now! this ain’t true

This world’s fake, and all they do

glorious it seems, but it’s their wrath,

they don’t want to give up their wretched past,

The past that’s dipped in faith,

That a little bird whenever born,

it’s wings are meant to be torn,

so that it can’t spread them wide

and can’t fly high, in the sky.

So when I was born,

I was put in cage,

to never face the outside rage, 

The world out i’ll never know,

my life won’t get better as I go,

as I’m caged, how hard I try,

my wings are torn and I can’t fly.

I’d never know what lessons to learn

in my life they’ll never come

I’ll be caged forever here

they say you’re safe and there’s no fear.

But I’m a bird and

I’m meant to fly,

fly high in the sky.

Spread my wings and smell the fear

but now instead I’m in tears,

I’d never know how far I could go,

what I could have done, I can never show

as my wings are cut and I can’t fly,

I can’t travel the world

and can’t touch the sky.

 

I’m a little bird and I was

meant to fly

my wings are cut and my tears dried.

 

 

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The father proudly took him in his arms.
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The baby cried, and everybody heard.
The father clicked a picture, and pasted it in his new album.

The boy wanted a pen. The boy demanded.
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The boy drew a picture, the mother smiled.
She put the picture on the refrigerator.
The father clicked a picture and pasted it in his album.

The boy saw his mother carry a baby.
The boy touched her tiny fingers, laughed as he played.
The father prepared the nursery for the baby.
The mother prepared a celebration.
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The Diverged Roads..

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

These are the lines from one of the most famous Poems by Robert Frost. It clearly has a deep meaning, which I was so unable to understand when I first read this poem at school. Well, this is not actually about the poem, but about the life that is projected after taking the road. We all, at certain point of time are bound to choose one way out of two or many. At every step we take, we are made to struggle with our minds to choose. 

To choose what we feel is right at that time, to choose what we think will be a positive turn out. And we have to choose, because that is what life is all about- choices and outcomes! But sometimes, and in some cases many times, we choose the wrong road. We travel the road that leads us to nowhere, where we feel that this was our biggest mistake. We see no one else taking that route, everyone’s just passing by taking a different road. We can see the smiles on their faces, compared to us, they look happier. We become morose, and wish if we could just get one another chance to start from the point where we made that choice.

But that’s not life. It gives only one frigging chance, and then it gives the result. And we got to live with that, whether we like it or not.¬†

Sometimes I wonder what if, I cannot find any motivation out of this darkness? What if I just believe This is it? What if I lose all hopes and accept I have taken a wrong road, and yes, there’s no way out and no way going back?

Life seems to halt, when I think about it. So, instead of thinking that, I tell myself, there’s always a way out, if there’s a way in.¬†

And it is the only truth. No matter what we choose, we will have a way out. No riddle, no maze is forever, it always has a loop hole. All that we require is to work patiently, hopefully and harder! And not letting the darkness dominate us, not letting the riddle to go more complex. All we need is to keep our grapefruit under one umbrella. Its useless to get disappointed by one damn failure. It just don’t end the life.

Life is not only about excelling in academics, or business or any other thing. It is actually about complacence, happiness, consciousness. Everyone comes with a reason, but most of us surrender themselves to the difficulties, darkness and hopelessness. 

Many of us take the road that’s really not a fully-fruited way. But from those many, some really know how to find their way out. They know, that even if they leave holes while paving the path, they will have to move on, not worrying about the holes anymore. They know how to leave their past behind and let it not affect their future.¬†

And although they take the road that’s gloomy, dull and difficult, they come out as sparks and stars!¬†

Life is not what is there, Life is what we perceive. Its important to have a positive perception towards life, it is necessary to understand everyday cannot be a day with the sun, we will have dark clouds some day or the other. But we should also remember there’s always a rainbow after the darkness falls!!!!!¬†

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

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The Last Boat

I can only look back and smile. Sometimes it eases the soul, sometimes it makes me baffled. How time was so kind on me? How things were so simple, no complications, no frustrations! How it was so easy to make up with a friend!

It was a beautiful time, somehow yesterday never bothered me, all that, that was there was today, now, at the moment. I waited for the rains just to row the paper boats, and race. I would ask my grandparents help to make the best boat. And being so proud of it, if it even crossed one level. That gave such ecstasy, such fun. I waited eagerly for the rains just to have a swing hung in the lobby.

It is hard to believe I had no grudges for anyone, It is hard to believe all I worried was my homework and nothing else, It is hard to believe problems just vanished by one smile, or telling it to the parents.

Didn’t realize, when paper boats replaced real issues, when the race became unhealthy, when the homework wasn’t the issue anymore but everything else. I didn’t realize when I grew up. Life just grew too quick!

Now all I can do- I can sit in a nook, close my eyes and think about my best days!  But then, do I really have the time?

I don’t remember the time when I stopped looking at the dolls,

I don’t remember the time when candies stopped fancying me

I don’t remember the time when I stopped rowing those boats

I don’t remember the time when I stopped taking apologies

I just know,

I have left my childhood years behind,

It won’t come back ever

I have walked way ahead of that road

where I rowed my Last Boat! 

Mirror

Starting with Michael Jackson to Lil Wayne, I believe there have been enough songs to make us realize, if we want to make this world a better place to live, We have to make our own selves better.

I find it really strange and annoying when people criticize the government for the poor planning. I just don’t understand why! Why jump to bigger things and create issues while we still have smaller flaws right in front of our eyes?

Why do we blame the traffic police, when half of us don’t even know the traffic rules?

Why criticizing the over increasing pollution, when we are the first one to throw a wrapper at some station or out of our windows?

Why do we criticize poor planning for the underprivileged, when we feel irritated in just providing them some food and water?

These are the basic problems. These are the problems created by us, by our poor and under developed mind-set.

But we, we are ready to stand with Anna Hazare for a HIGHER cause, a cause that would take this whole  era to change a little.

Isn’t it crazy, we speak of honesty, justice, truth, when we have also been wrong at many places?

Everything begins with improving one’s own self, and not by pointing the finger on others.

So I can sum it up in some lines

I’m ¬†starting with the man in the mirror

I’m asking him to change his ways

No message could have been any clearer

If you wanna make the world a better place

take a look at yourself 

and make a change!