It has been absolutely pleasant writing for the last couple of months and it has been fun. But like everything, it come to an end. The season for poems is slowly fading away but there is nothing to worry for there is always that little bit of cloud in your mind that will propel you to express yourself. I will be back soon with new poems when the poetry season starts again. Have a good life everyone.
Life is a poem and I am the poet. Nothing is certain, only change is. I am the one who can take the pen and write my destiny. There are few things that give you happiness, few sorrow and few relief and all these things together are life.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Life and The Freedom PART TWO
PART TWO
The kites fell down on the ground as bees flew out and,
Stung everyone who they found in their path.
I got up and decided to take a little walk,
But then as he knows I had to stop.
The Bird waited in the cage,
Master came by.
Patted its head,
And went without saying a goodbye.
Sun shone brightly on the road,
And created a mirage according to me.
Clouds moved away,
Allowing the sun to have his day.
The door was locked,
And the key was gone.
So like a prisoner I cursed him and,
Went back to my bunk and contemplated all the junk.
People ran away,
As the bees had a bad day.
Some bees fell on the ground,
For their stinger was a freedom not to be used.
The Bird stay perched all day long,
Trying to make up its mind.
While the clouds tried to play hide and seek with the sun,
But they lost.
Banging the door,
I yelled out loud.
But nothing ever did happen,
And I lay on the floor waiting for him to come.
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The kites fell down on the ground as bees flew out and,
Stung everyone who they found in their path.
I got up and decided to take a little walk,
But then as he knows I had to stop.
The Bird waited in the cage,
Master came by.
Patted its head,
And went without saying a goodbye.
Sun shone brightly on the road,
And created a mirage according to me.
Clouds moved away,
Allowing the sun to have his day.
The door was locked,
And the key was gone.
So like a prisoner I cursed him and,
Went back to my bunk and contemplated all the junk.
People ran away,
As the bees had a bad day.
Some bees fell on the ground,
For their stinger was a freedom not to be used.
The Bird stay perched all day long,
Trying to make up its mind.
While the clouds tried to play hide and seek with the sun,
But they lost.
Banging the door,
I yelled out loud.
But nothing ever did happen,
And I lay on the floor waiting for him to come.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Friday, September 2, 2011
Life and The Freedom
PART ONE
I want to run in circles,
Till I feel intoxicated.
Till the world stops rotating,
And the bird flies, escaping from her cage.
Never had it felt that it could fly so high,
Always a dream to say a goodbye.
Just look at the kite fly by,
Controlled like a puppet in the sky.
Clouds move fast like smoke in the heaven,
But they would never come down to Earth.
For if you want to roam free,
Just take a big leap and fly away.
As the bird looked back at its cage,
The stinging thought of food struck it.
Flying back down from a height,
It dived into the cage.
As I stopped spinning,
The pain knocked in.
I fell on the ground,
With a painful realisation dawning upon me.
The kite was cut down,
It flew down in freedom.
But before it knew,
It crash-dived into a hive.
So for all the clouds that were floating away,
Were pushed aside by the big yellow sun.
No freedom comes just like that,
Every thing here is a bait.
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I want to run in circles,
Till I feel intoxicated.
Till the world stops rotating,
And the bird flies, escaping from her cage.
Never had it felt that it could fly so high,
Always a dream to say a goodbye.
Just look at the kite fly by,
Controlled like a puppet in the sky.
Clouds move fast like smoke in the heaven,
But they would never come down to Earth.
For if you want to roam free,
Just take a big leap and fly away.
As the bird looked back at its cage,
The stinging thought of food struck it.
Flying back down from a height,
It dived into the cage.
As I stopped spinning,
The pain knocked in.
I fell on the ground,
With a painful realisation dawning upon me.
The kite was cut down,
It flew down in freedom.
But before it knew,
It crash-dived into a hive.
So for all the clouds that were floating away,
Were pushed aside by the big yellow sun.
No freedom comes just like that,
Every thing here is a bait.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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