Flame Sting

You granted me the love I always desired,
You came along like an element of me that I never knew.
You were the curve of that smile,
You were the aroma of my coffee,
You were the words that made me rational,
You were the hand that made walk.

That touch stirred my soul,
That gaze held me close,
Those fingers made me dance,
Every conversation made me learn something by chance.

You then became the tears I cried,
Those tears of joy,
Those tears of sorrow,
Then there were only those tears that I shed.

As I tossed from one side to other,
You became my sleepless night,
You became my heartless banter,
As the loud voice became meek,
Your allegations made me weak.

No, I did not cheat,
No there was no heat,
There was no one,
You inferring this left me stunned.

I wanted to cry to the stars at night,
Scream from the heights,
The nights wanted to hurt me,
But I was sure that was not what you would want for me.

I wish I can live away from the pain,
Live a life which makes me feel sane,
I won’t give in to these blood tears,
But this time I will make sure that nobody comes anywhere near.

I shone, I dimmed & then I slept…..

She wept and she wept,
She rolled on the ground to get her way,
Her eyes shone when she got it in her hands- her balloon.

“Bow wow”, I couldn’t comprehend what he wanted,
Complex at first, life is simple,
She fed him a piece of bread,
Not knowing she completed a world tonight.

*Clank *Clink,
He kept hitting and sewing,
The pile of shoes kept diminishing,
And so did his spirits,
“Thank you Bhai, you repaired my favorite pair!”,
A smile broke his tension and *clank goes the next pair.

As she sat upon my shoulder,
She scanned the scene,
A loud hoot made her intention clear,
A bowl of water filled her beak.

He protested, he was trying, he reasoned,
“But not hard enough my child, burn the midnight oil”,
But he had a point and he argued,
“The electricity is there all night mommy, I try”.

I shook a bit,
The wind blew,
The leaves flew,
And there went those swish cars.

“He should quit and leave”,
She listened patiently,
On he went about his despair,
She didn’t understand civics but she agreed,
As she held his hands and guided his chair.

The landscape cleared,
The shrubs wheezed out in relief,
The sun was bracing to rise,
I shone, I dimmed,
I closed my eyes to a mellow dream.

 

 

Arrested

The clouds are turning into a slight shade of grey, they are preparing for the first rain of the monsoon. The winds have seized, giving way to the clouds to shower their heavenly drops. I can see all that through the bars in my cage. I can see the other birds flying in the silhouette of the sky. I wish I could have enough power to break these bars and fly free into the oblivion. Life was different some time back, I was free and always ready to conquer the next big cloud.
I am white and I love being white. I don’t like to look like an amalgamation of some colours. Being white is high maintenance but I manage. I loved flying higher and higher in the sky never knowing when to stop as the air near the land is full of dust and pollution. Flying is my passion. Some of my friends just sit around the poles and wires chit chatting away. I say fly. But recently I had stopped going above the buildings and long trees because I lost the love of my life when he collided with the fast-moving aircraft. That broke me and I started living cautiously for my children. I kept my kids near me. Mostly I was the one who arranged food as I didn’t want my kids to work until I was alive. I preferred some water and some grains, rest I saved for my little birdies….
It’s tough being a bird. Every monsoon my nest falls down due to all the rains and the hailstorms. My kids always got scared so I hid them beneath my wings. Bit by bit I used to build my nest again. The worst fact was that, every now and then the tree on which we lived was cut down, making the whole bird community homeless, too much deforestation. I always kept a track on the next tree I would live on, I stay on the safer side, always. I always relished the summers, the sun is up for the maximum time and the sunshine made me optimistic, my birdies played around too!
I visited a house daily. The lady at the house was benevolent and gracious. She kept a reservoir of water and a plate full of grains for the birds. I was the first one to know about the place and I took my kids along. But later the place became crowded with other birds. I stopped going there but I just peeked some times to see the lady.
I was a free soul back then and a rare species too. I never knew what the future held for me. One night when I was sleeping with my kids, we were captured and kept in cages. I got separated from my kids. They screamed and cried but it had no affect on the cruel people. They sold me in a cage as a result of which I am trapped here. Sometimes I feel like banging my head and killing myself, I try that too, but in vain. I used to fly around and look around for food, that food was worth eating, now I always have a plate full of grains for me but I don’t have my kids around. I don’t eat it.
I felt beautiful because no bird looked like me, I was the solitary bird of my community. But now I feel cursed to be white. If I would have been black and colored like the rest of them, I would be with my children and free!!
I can see the sky, I can feel the winds passing through my wings but I can’t reach out to the sky. The life bestowed upon me by god is cursed, although he gave me wings to fly but he snatched away my right to spread these infernal wings……

                                                      STOP CRUELTY TO ANIMALS!
IMAGINE YOUR LIFE IN A CAGE. IF YOU CAN’T LIVE IN A CAGE THEN WHY KEEP THESE INNOCENT ANIMALS ARRESTED FOR YOUR MEAN MOTIVE OF ENTERTAINMENT AND BEAUTY!!