Do you think caged birds know, the mountains exist... or that sound echoes in breathtaking valleys. That pebbles create ripples or that kids play and swing on trunk and roots of banyan tree. Do you think caged birds have ever seen... the friendly gestures of a dolphin, or the dance of a peacock... when the clouds roar before rains begin. Do you think caged birds wonder if there's a world outside of those bars. Do you think caged birds know, what those wings are for. That there are other birds like them, soaring high in the sky... singing, searchin, hunting... fighting, building, breaking... humming lullabies at night. Do you think caged birds desire more from life... or are they content in the safety and comfort of the bars behind which they reside. Do you think caged birds are resentful or grateful, for all that their caretaker provides. Do they know they have a limited amount of time... and with every sunset in the cage, they're moving close to losing so many fulfilling flights. Do you think caged birds wonder at the changing colors of the sky or maybe wish to talk to other birds when they see them collecting straw and grain every sunrise. Maybe caged birds don't think at all. Maybe they submit their identity and embrace the grim reality... that in the name of love humans do strange things... chain and cage the object of desire... to hold them close, hold them safe... even if against, the wish of the one they love. Maybe caged birds know, humans are insecure. Maybe to errors of understanding and fallacies of human mind, caged birds willingly supplicate their entire lives.
Presents were stacked up, wrapped in glittery covers, against the pastel blue walls of my freshly painted room; pastries were decorated on the round teak table, along with precious crockery of china and porcelain; people were buzzing and giggling.
Though, an inconsistently intoned humming was all that could be heard and chaos was utterly visible, happiness resonated throughout the place; it was the moment that one dreams of day and night, when they demand nothing less and nothing more but embrace what has been bestowed upon them.
In those couple of hours, I believed paradise to be that place filled up with presents, pastries and people, but then sounded the knell for the euphoria when midnight struck in grandpa's olden, heavy timekeeper.
As the ding-dong echoed, it hushed all the voices in every corner of the room. One by one, everyone crossed the threshold and I constantly urged them to stay but their defiance ignored my presence; I was fading.
Not so long ago, I sat on the helm of happiness, and then in a snap, I didn't exist.
Crumbs of cake were scattered aloof on the table, the tattered gift-wrapping papers were lying all across the floor and the presents held no excitement anymore; footsteps were imprinted on the marble tiles and the ticking of the clock was all that could be heard.
I felt betrayed, because I was promised happiness and acceptance but for a short while.
I find myself standing on the middle ground when I argue if it's the fickleness or warmth of the heart when people gather around and celebrate pompously that you were born, but no one seems to be concerned about how you live.
A day you're loved and sought out, but other days you're abandoned with your aloofness.
It was my mischief to have forgotten how fortune is like sand in a closed fist and every attempt to clasp onto it harder, spills it out more. You can never get hold of it.
It fetched me with the knowledge that peering for peace in people would always be in vain.
I resolved to not let "my special day" envelope me in a sugary facade next year, for people become forgotten faces, and the frenzy becomes dormant; you fade away into the everlasting humdrum.
Whether you live or you die or you live dying, not a soul cares until the day dawns again.
Ugly truths are shed light upon, love becomes a mongrel abomination, and you slowly disappear into nothingness, when the birthday ends.
Yes we aren't the same, neither in loud music nor in days of heavy rain. we look for the rainbow in the baddest greys. we walk miles with the interrupting life plays. In the awful mornings we fight the anxiety to the moon & back we chose pain over pity. We smile and smile wide even in the bursting tears yes it is tough to do the same but we overcome our fears. Neither of power nor of swords no we aren't fighter of any war but our generation has layers of dreams in heap of scars. We aren't you but only us yes it isn't easy to fail & fall don't blame for the same for we are up to life's wake up call. In the nights of break & ache we carve moments with glass of wine don't blabber to judge O thee one day we'll be satisfied & fine
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You are the blessing that I count twice ,the prayers that an atheist prays ,you make me wanna do things that I have never done before ,you define to me what love actually means.
When you sit among the shores with your heart filled with nothing but void you passed among the beats of my heart as wave of self belief.
You are the one people write love poems about , crazy ,smart with a weird sense of humour that never fails to put a smile on my stupid face. It's quite a task finding both a best friend and soulmate in one person. Not for me I already I have mine and none of that will ever fade away.
Sneaking out the schools , Holding hands in the corridors, Stupid selfies in the cafés , And a firm shoulder for always being there. You are all the adventure my life asks for.
You seem to make the word love bring life into me. "We are partners in this , you'll always have my back and I know you'll always have mine" You always said. Partners in happiness and sorrow, always my first call to all the things that life throws me on.
I promise to always love you the same way from my teens to the eighties.
I love you more than the fish in the sea And the stars in the sky. Cheers to all the days we've had and the day we'll have.
my hands are shaking so i can't hold my brush to paint a little more speck of sunshine, i'll have to settle for the look of onerous in their demanding eyes the current mixers set me high, churn me up and chuck me in but what you all want to do is to build a firm foundation of nihilism there's a beauty in;
the way they forecast me to be
i'm not as weak as i've ever been, weakness was one thing yet you could never abide by it, get a hold of yourself and i'll too dry my eyes with a sandpaper hold your heart still and open it with clamps i thought maybe if i try harder things would get back to normal as i shifted my gaze on tomorrow you came along with a granite there was a beauty in;
the way i renamed the boulders
you told me that I'm a city that slaughters with time, i can be a phoenix sublime you ordered me to wither for i was a rose in your eyes pink in your garden and pale blown away by the snow you said i was beautifully frail & sowed me in the soil of cacti there's a beauty in;
the way you audaciously entwine a lie
the river rest curls around my fingers and slither down the drain i dreamt that the sky hear my voice all the people then would turn their heads and acknowledge my premonition, this theory is hypothetical so i'll tug string and retrieve the flesh before nestling back into my cage i'm moving on and gagging out the bullets they all fed me viciously i would solely accept the fact that it is what it is and i'm what i am there's a beauty in;