''It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection''
A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.
How will the nightingale sing in the moonless night? Will she betray the songs that caress us all? Can she sing without her love ? Will her pain give the freedom that her love couldn’t give?
Oh cloudy sky, how many storms do you hold in your bosom ? What unrest do you stoically hold? How many slurs shall you continue to endure? You grow grim, you grow dark, my overcast sky, what burden do you hold? Mortals keep wishing for a sunny day or a starry night, disregarding the great griefs that you keep building.
A call to the departed. You've moved away but the memories are still alive. Pain feels beautiful when it wears the veil of memories, this one is for the ones who are never coming back. I shall wait for the knock on the door. The lamp will be lit by the fire of longing. It will … Continue reading Knock on the Door
To all those healed by love... Of all the colours of the garden of life, colour me pink. Colour me pink, take me to those meadows of innocence which were oblivious to the scars of the past. Colour me pink , for all my life I've waited for my memories to be erased..... Nobody was … Continue reading Pink
Before making any new journey , let's be grateful for our existence. On 22nd September 2011, I had met with a serious accident which had nearly costed me my life. I was cycling at a high speed through a dangerous mountainous slope when I had this accident. I suffered from two extradural hemorrhages ( brain … Continue reading An Ode to Life