Fly…

Beyond the world of ignorance

I was a kite

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Yesterday, I was a kite,

wandering along the wind,

waving my tiny hands,

touching the seamless skies.

Despite of the directions,

up and downs,

I awkwardly moved,

with the strokes of strings:

I was tied onto.

Who tied me to the end?

But I flew with the flow,

My heart was wishing to

be down, lay on earth.

My throat was blocked,

and can’t split out,

the word- freedom.

Today I have the courage,

to cut off the strings,

I was tied onto.

Yes! I am free to

conquer the world.

 

Bird chirps

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Late the fall evenings,

the family arrives,

sits on the branches,

regularly.

Before the last winter,

they left the clouds,

but were two,

love birds.

They fly together,

sing at a uniform rhythm,

eat together,

swim in the little pound.

This moment a new born.

One red, guess the father,

other grey, with red beak, the mother-

son or daughter?

in grey feather, red beak!

They chirping,

training the kid;

how, to survive the world.

They leaped along with her,

watching the kid catching prey;

yelled, beat her with beaks,

when the kid refused to heed.

The kid tried to fly alone, but

cannot flutter high in air-

can’t blame her,

success comes after failures.

Waited last few weeks,

watching the kid fly, fail, fall,

crying in pain.

Time heals,

ecstasy diluted heart,

watching her flying ,

with a red feathered mate;

over the clouds and hills.

A Droplet

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Shimmering  in the sun,

suddenly ended her life.

Hanging vertically on to the

green leaf for a while,

finally attached

to the mother’s womb,

to born again!

No mysteries, but real.

Did she feel pain?

Did she sing her last song?

No one  know!

Did she dream of a lovely life,

reflecting all rays of colors,

as a wide rainbow?

No one know!

Did she swing to the wind,

which might throw her apart?

No one Know!

 

 

City of Lights- New York

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9/11 devastated her,

shed bloods and tears,

but raised again with pride,

the city of lights- New York.

Flourished around,

the central park, 

skyscrapers kissed,

pierced through the skies;

the glass windows scattered,

all the beams of sun,

leaving every objects glowing.

In the nights,

reflected more spectrum

of fancy bulbs, looking like

a bunch of bursting crackers.

Walkways and streets,

never leave deserted;

it smells hot dogs, cheese,

and unknown scents.

Changing weather given her,

different hues of shades;

she gives goosebumps,

with  huge suspension bridges,

floating across the never ending,

deep blue lakes, rivers.

She amazes with the classic shows,

plays,  music at the Broadways.

She fascinates with,

historic museums, zoos, landmarks.

She is gorgeous, versatile,

strong, harder to destroy,

 still growing.

Winter Blues

 

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Along the roadsides,

trees were shivering with

branches holding heap of snowflakes;

they were pilling up,

stacking each other on top.

The branches began to drop down,

as they were touching the grounds.

Tree hollow was buried under,

cluster of  ice crystals,

a cuckoo chick extended her brittle beaks,

and letting her fellow ones that,

how horrible the weather is!

On the messy roads,

cars struggled to move,

but continued on a slow pace.

Those parked cars almost,

looked like snow huts,

ready to be occupied.

The wiper blades were already

raised to both sides but,

snow was hard on it.

Kids were building their snowman,

giggling and pretending to be his friend.

Teens and adults walking around,

with their snow shovels,

but can’t see their face and hands,

they were covered with furry garments.

Can hear their snow boots,

smashing the slushy piles of snow.

At a far distance,

they resembled busy penguins,

wearing black and white jackets.

but, did they really enjoyed the snow?

Everything was dull and cold,

made it hard to see the dead ends.

But, nature is restless,

she heals us and herself.

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