Sitting on the fence – Pigeon
I wonder what this pigeon might be thinking about!
Is it from where to find the grains today?
Or would it be about to be able to reach the sun if it flies high enough?
Possibilities are endless.
Sitting on the fence – Me
I wonder what shall I make for dinner tonight?
Will my daughter enjoy a cauliflower curry today or the brinjal one?
Or shall I just go for a parcel from KFC to go back to sleep and end this confusion?
As I said earlier, possibilities are endless.
The bare trees stand at winter nights,
With fragile bodies and no blankets of leaves to cover,
Keeping their heads up and hopes high,
Waiting for a good time to come.
And you shower all your light,
That you received as a gift from someone,
Because you know what darkness means,
So,you just reflect the kindness over them.
In that dark night,
Where the moon decided to hide behind the clouds,
Where the sky couldn't hold its tears and the broken earth's emotions had overflowed,
She could feel dampness on her feet,
The cold air found its hands to strangle her,
She couldn't breathe,
It felt like her legs were giving up,
Soon drowning in the mud,
She won't be visible to anyone.
So, she tried and God knows she tried,
To pick herself up and to keep walking,
Covering her ears, she kept her eyes wide opened,
To protect herself from hungry howling wolves,
Who were waiting for the perfect time to pounce,
She gathered every piece of her,
And ran for the life.
That's when she saw the tunnel,
And at the end of it, she could see a stunning star,
Resembling all the lights that she had ever seen in her lifetime,
But, when she tried to reach for it,
Keeping her hopes high with a twinkle in her eyes,
She realised that it was just a mirage,
So she vanished into the thin air,
As if she was just a dust in an enormous galaxy.
Where are those days were people used to actually talk?
When they had the time to look into someone's eyes and speak their heart,
When they sat next to each other without any gadgets,
But holding their hands.
Where they used to lie down on the ground,
Looking at the sky,
They found 'Seven Sisters',
And taking their time for the dreams to unfold.
Where are those days where a single flower from the lover was considered so precious,
That it was secretly kept in between the pages of your favorite book?
Where there was no Facebook or Instagram to declare your love,
But used to spend days with hope waiting for their loved ones' letters.
Where are those days where there was a Romeo for a Juliet?
A Mr. Darcy for an Elizabeth?
A Majnu for a Laila?
And a Dante for a Beatrice?
May be I'm just an old soul,
Looking for true love and kindness in this robotic world,
Or may be I'm in wrong space and time where I don't belong,
I think I should get back to my time machine.
When transition and transformation are necessary and beautiful……
Golden Tree stood in silence,
Beauty met with pain.