Once upon a time, there lived a duck in a small pond. The pond was its home as well as it's world. The little duck was always surrounded by it's family who cheered it up, taught it how to swim, how to play, and how to live. They used to feed it and pamper it. The duck was living a peaceful life without worries. But, it always wanted to grow up to be a beautiful and well named duck.
As it is growing, the duck started going along with its parents in search of food. It met many ducks on it's journey and started to realise there is a world larger than it's home. The duck managed to find food for itself everyday. It made new friends and shared few stories too. As soon as it reached it's youth, it found friends like family, as well as love of it's life. The duck now realised that it's no more a kid who gets pampering and support everywhere. It has to make it's living on it's own. It worked hard and earned good name among all the ducks. But, it missed being kid!
Time flew and the duck had kids of it's own. So, it indulged itself more in protecting them, feeding them and teaching them. In this ocean of living a better life, it lost itself! It forgot it's own ability to love itself. When it grew old, the duck was as weak as the duckling of it's family, but, was treated with less care comparatively. It wanted to be a kid again as few years of life lived as a child was happy and peaceful. What it actually misses is not being a kid, but, being a happy heart with peaceful life.
We are that duck in our live. We spend our happy, cheerful and worries less childhood. Then grow up to be well settled person. We work hard to impress the society and not to satisfy our soul. We start a family and forget loving ourselves. As we grow older, we feel a void left out in our life. We wish we were kids again. Coz, we miss that happy us. @writersnetwork@mirakee#pod
"Love is not to be blamed when choices are wrong. Life is not to be blamed when mistakes are strong.
Cursing an existence Some spit on fate. Blessing a myth Some admire the same. Glorifying honesty Some live in pretence."
I am watching a million parallel lines sinking inside my pupils and creating bars around me. The walls melt down not to kill a boundary but to strike upon my senses. Walls stand again. They bear passivity Etched on bricks That states - "This metal lines of bar Are a creative prison."
I have loved sunset. more than that, I love the way crimson kisses violet before fading away. Impossibilities are homesick mortals craving myths, which aren't seldom pronounced as a desperate nostalgia.
"As everytime I drink eternity, I tend to spill all that's eternal."
They thought crushing my hope was a fatal blow, they buried it like no one will ever know, but they forgot my hope is a seed , seemed dead to many but a whole life within, nurtured by my own brave heart, it did split the ground of lies apart, it grew again more stronger than ever, and they watched in agony their failed endeavour, they thought they shattered my faith, and scarred my life, but they didn't know, I was never afraid of scars and I will fight till I die these battles are constant blows, but I can assure they can't kill my hope, and I am a seed I will always grow.