The Little Birdy ... Part 1

There is a little Bird.

As free as rain,
As light as the air,
As gay as the leaves in the wind.

She started off with her mother,
Who'd teach her to fly
Away from her nest,
But again to return safe
At the end of the day...


She had a very few friends,
Some other little birdies,
Her neighbours.

They'd fly away
From a place to another :
Viewing the world from the top
But untouched herself...
Ah! She was so happy!

She grew up a little.
Now, she wanted a Shelter
With whom she could feel at home:
That'd be her friend, guide
And provide her with
Protection, Hope & Assurance
At the End of the Day.

The Silent Search was on...
But, as she was still
A Little Birdie,
Her little wings would ache
On going too far.

But one day,
While she was on
Her search trip...
A huge cloud
Came over the place.

Deafening thunders
Tearched through
The Black Sky.
She ran and ran
As fast she could
For a shade.

All the tress were swaying madly,
Almost about to break loose from the ground...
The branches were full of green leaves
Assuring a safe yet risky shelter.

Just then
She came across a tree
Or was it a tree at all?

It was as black as coal,
As lifeless as a graveyard,
As empty as a deserted house.

It was ugly,
Completely leafless
Stricken by lightenings
Hundreds of times.
But it was strong
And utterly alone.

The little birdy thought:
"What a similarity!
Both of us so alone...
Perhaps I could make a change..."

She went to that tree,
Clung hard to its lifeless branches
Fought the storm
All through the night.
They both got
Drenched in the rain,
Battered by the storm.

For the next few days,
The Little Birdy would come
And spend her time
With the tree :s o alone,
It'd sing in its branches,
Chirp at his ears...
Just her presence
Made it so full
Of Life !

But the selfish tree
Did not care to thank her
For being there with him
Throughout the night
Or even in the days
When the sun was scorching
Not only his dry skin,
But also the tender little birdy.

Who knows?
Maybe the Ungrateful Tree
Enjoyed her presence
And the great attention he got
From the little birdy.

But he never responded,
And chose to be aloof,
Lifeless, heartless.

But the birdy got attached to this tree.

Now as she grew up...
There came a lot of new friends:
Some naughty
Some daring
While some too irritating !

She learnt a lot of things...
Let's see what she does
With all her knowledge
And experiences...

(To be contd.)

The Lazy Mind: A Phantom's Tale

Life has stopped (for me).
Nothing to do;
Nothing to think;
Nothing even to Desire!

The passions have left me -
The emotions have failed me..
Not even the sentiments,
Neither the patience-
Once I was proud of.

I am hardly human.
Just like a ghost,
A lifeless phantom-
Hovering through
The mists of space and time,
Untouched by the world
That goes around me,
That tries to grasp me
In its claws
Of Pain
Of Joy
Of Attachments.

I dont even feel lonely!
In fact,
I dont even feel!

Only black smudges
Fills me with irritation
An unspeakable despair...

Whatever I try
To Touch
It vaporises
Between my fingers
Leaving nothing behind.
Nothing.

All seems false.
All seems fragile.
Only I remain.
Only I.

Like I've seen all these
For millions of years-
The world as it is
Going on and on and on...
Everything seems
So cliched
So predictable
That it takes away
The Joy of Living!

I see the Cycle of Life
From up above a plane.

I exist here (on this plane)
Without a Mind.

And where my mind exists,
I do not.

Dragging myself on and on,
In this miserable, unreal physical world-
I just pretend to exist.
Dont even feel the urge
To struggle
To fight for my intentions,
As I have none!
I feel so tired
So pointless to exist!


Like an afterlife
Extended to live here again
And again, and again
For generations
Like an Ancient Tree
That holds the wisdom of centuries
But remains inert itself
To the sensory Outerworld.

I dont have the Will,
To do something,
Even to communicate.
I just pretend to exist-
But I actually dont...
Coz I feel no life.

I feel lifeless-
Like a phantom
Stranded in between
Salvation & Existence.

All in a Lazy Mind.

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The End

There was a time
when i took interest
in loving-
in giving my everything
for that cause;
to live life at the edge of the roof...
on one hand
you can scream :
"woohoo! i'm at the top of the world!"
and on the other,
when you look down
from the sheer height,
you tremble, you fear
of falling down...
of being broken into a thousand pieces.

but now,
the world fleets by
like a movie on the silver-screen
and i
remain untouched by the subtle emotions
that used to make me
shiver, twitch, or
dance to its tunes.

sentiments make a man,
they say.
but i say...
strength makes a man
ambition makes a man
character makes a man.
it's not that i'm that man...
but i know the way
out of the miseries
is to see The End.

One who sees The End
makes his decisions more justfully.
he does not
waste his time
in the lanes that has no future
no Hope, no outcome.
he sees the Light
and goes for it...
the Light of Immortality
of Permanence.

But it is also true...
that
it is not important What one becomes in Life
but it is important How he becomes it...
some people may differ with me,
but i Believe
that no matter what you become at the end of the Day
if you do not go through the Hard Way,
you never realise its true value,
the true essence remains obscured
from your eyes.
as a result,
with the riches of a hundred kings,
you still remain unhappy, unsatisfied, unfulfilled.

in this huge world
there are very few people
who'd place their hands on their hearts
and say "I'm Happy."
everyone has a life
and also has a freedom to live it
in their own chosen way.
but when the things go wrong...
they only have their Ego to console them
of their decisions.
but in the core of their heart
they know
they're nothing but Losers.

Living life for the moment
maybe a key mantra of today's people
and most surprisingly,
they're right in the mantra
but wrong in its execution!
here is the explanation :

live life for the moment
but such
that you always know
that it goes on...
there's no use clinging to a belonging
because
nothing belongs to you,
they never did...
they just change hands,
sometimes the trump card lies in your hands
sometimes to another;
Life is not the trump card
Life is the table of the play
Life is not the characters of the drama
Life is the stage where it happens.

take life as it comes to you,
without expectations, without attachments
without desires, without passions!

yes, without passions!
if you reflect properly,
you will see
that it is these passions
that drive us
from one corner to the other
like a rat in a closed room
screaming their lungs out
and sweating like a pig...
the passions elude us into the false hopes
that the earth would be our dreamland!
but the truth is
all lies in the word 'Dream'...
it is you who will have to Dream
it is you who will have to change
it is you who will attain peace
nothing will change for you
no matter how hard you try
and if you still go on
you'll end up in the lanes of despair,
of utter misery.

Rise.
The solution is in your hands.
Kill the passions!

You may argue
that it is those passions
that make us human.
i say:
i give a damn shit to being a human
if it means utter misery and pain
instead it's better to be inhumane
if it brings peace
if it brings stability
if it brings permanence.

my dear friends
you stand in a juncture of two roads...
one leads through a village-
a simple poor 'ambition-less' yet peaceful life
and the other through a metropolitan city-
a gorgeous flamboynt complex and uncertain life...
now that I've let you know The End
it is time,
you choose your destiny.

I wish you luck!