birds

Read it..

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Read it.

You are in present.

Read it again.

You are in the present again.

The last READ IT

Is the past now.

The first READ IT

Is also the past now.

The next Read it

Will be the Future

Future is uncertain!

That Read it may never come

It may be Write it

Future is tricky

Think about the Future

Plan also

But don’t make it engraved that

It will pan out the way you think

Past.. Oh! Killing, shame, gone

Why to re-live it?

Didn’t you get it?

It’s gone

Just like a bird

Freed from a cage

It would never want to return

Within the boundaries

Yes! It’s gone

Let it fly

What you can do is…

Enjoy it’s flight

Not crave for it in the cage

Smile, when it flies with other birds

Smile, when it chirps

Smile, when it smiles back to you

Smile & bow down, when it’s grateful for the freedom

Smile and go to sleep

Next day, it will be there

At your window

To remind you

It hasn’t forgotten the manners

And still remembers you

The best thing you can do is

Feed it & Free it..

Hope you get it

If not..

Go above and again READ IT!

freedom-converted

Swim across the skies..

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Meant to fly

Caged for pleasure

Meant to swim across the skies

Caged for beauty

Meant to chirp

Caged to never be free

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Image from a friend’s place.

I read somewhere “If you like a flower, you pluck it. If you love a flower, you water it daily.”

Similar is with nature & its beauty. Birds are meant to be free & flying at their will.

DAY 3

This is in response to Kritika’s Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thank you Kritika for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express my thoughts in a different manner.

The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”

I would like to nominate Nicole for this challenge(Day 3).

Help me tell my story..

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I was there in my balcony,

looking at the vast blue sky,

seeing the birds migrate,

gazing at the slowly setting sun,

reminiscing the good old days.

Those days, when I used to count backwards,

to that day when my grandma would come,

come to visit me from village.

It didn’t matter what did she bring for me,

hand-made pickles, a bag of toys or any other thing.

What mattered was THE STORIES.

I used to love listening to stories,

bedtime stories of ghosts,

noon time stories of king & queen,

stories I read from my books,

stories I visualized myself to feel safe.

The lesson learnt from each story was crucial,

but more crucial was the imagination,

the way in which I visualized myself as the protagonist.

The movement of hands of my grandma while telling the stories,

the lowering of tempo of her voice during suspense,

the big wide eyes to show surprise,

the soothing smile to show happy ending,

was all very important to me.

I used to believe more in that imaginative world.

I used to think that my imaginative world could had given me more pleasure,

because I could not keep those stories inside me anymore.

I needed to tell those to someone, to anyone, but in vain,

because I was only meant to listen them,

as I was born a Dumb!!