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A soft rustle of leaves,
quick movement in the green,
Perched on the Narangi tree,
was a little sparrow, lively and keen!

She was hopping merrily all over,
in the arms of the tree,
over the fruits it could hover,
embracing it with affection,
as if it was her place,
revitalizing her past connection,
With a heavy heart, she had left her tree,
and with even more pain, set the attachments free!

But today the years of separation,
seem to vanish in the air of time,
and there she had no signs of exasperation,
back then, when they cut her branch,
to set up a mobile tower,
they bought the nearby ranch,
to reduce the foliage loss,
they cleared their entire colony,
cheers to the advent of cellular telephony!

She shifted to the other tree,
but her health had the impact,
with invisible rays going cross,
she couldn’t tweet, couldn’t talk,
she often lost her direction,
it is when she took seriously,
the words of wise, advices of benefaction,
and there she made her escaping flee,
miles away she left her beloved tree!

Life wasn’t bad in the land of fars,
but the memories of her good times,
all on that old Narangi tree,
seem to beckon her from the light of stars,
and she decided to give it a try,
miles across she flew to reach here,
other birds she asked the route and did pry,
she explored every old corner,
and felt the old welcome and warm,
but she knew she has to leave it behind,
the place still preserved its exquisite charm!

Today in her movements I could sense,
reunion with her old home,
had got her joy,nostalgia immense,
earlier the owner, now the guest of an hour,
she gazed forgivingly at the haughty mobile tower,
With time, she had moved on,
to a new life, to a new nest,
detaching her past, with renewed zest,
jovially chirping, singing , dancing,
with a soft rustle of leaves,
with quick movements in the green,
Perched on the Narangi tree,
was a little sparrow, lively and keen!

Turmoil

Run, my dear soul,

away from the clutches of reality,

into the lands unknown,

because greed permeates your corporeal role!

The nobler you has departed,

in the castle of ignorance,

under the shield of ego,

you are totally stranded

Before it gets too late,

let’s just escape the default fate!

Enough of that pretentious smile,

which yielded to serve a veil,

No seasons seem to breathe life back,

lands of your creativity ruined, sterile

Its time to break apart,

leave the world there and fly along!

There’s nothing to talk, to fight

feelings wilted,

words lost in turmoil,

no hope of light,

just a bleak dark night

Better embark the journey of solace,

for tranquility, peace, no compelling race!

Now the anchor of people feels heavy,

dance of desires no longer merry,

extricate yourself from this worldly drama,

Plunge into the waters of eternal joy,

Merge with the cosmos, its all your karma!

Out in the land of fars,

your freewill will rejoice,

unison with nature

will magically heal the scars,

every expression of yours will have voice,

rejuvinated and alive,

my dear soul, you will discover life!

The road not taken won’t make you rue,

Under the healing sky azure blue,

you will find the road to heaven,

a deep sigh for those who couldn’t,

snapping the last strand of bond,

will unleash boundless energy,

tune in with the universal synergy,

And here, you are the master of infinity and beyond!

O my dear soul,

lets escape for peace,

its not quitting your role,

just a sabbatical on lease,

Come back with renewed vigor,

right vision, selfless depth,

again rub against life’s testing rigor

But this time it would be a different level,

altogether a new game,

with the experience you had,

it won’t be ever the same!

Purpose

All great things have a purpose; for that matter even not-so-great things too! This thought instigated me to justify the rationale behind starting this blog, so here I start.

• I was always fond of writing. I always thought that language is an excellent medium to vent out your unique ideas, feelings and experiences, to honor them for intuiting in your mind over other 7 billion currently active minds on this planet.
• If its not inked, its lost! Yes, a brilliant idea might get lost amidst an overwhelming crowd of 60k odd thoughts which hit your brain each day. So the next time you feel you had something great in your head, you should write it, it will help you think it well and nurture it further or maybe discard it if its not worth, but at least it would have travelled sufficient cognitive miles before dying out. Incase its something good, then writing it would also stipulate greater commitment and higher chance of fructification saving it from getting lost in other mediocre daydreams.
• Even if it isn't an idea, just an observation or experience which entranced you, deserves to be written. This way, you can capture the major snapshots of your life in the passage of time. The only way to see your mind back in time, realize what perceptions you had then, sense the changes you've been through, and get a fair estimate of the number of maturity updates installed in your system till date from that time. If JPEGS you captured are 2D memories of your younger 'you' then such write-ups will augment a deeper and a much meaningful dimension to them.
• You write for yourself, for no other soul but you. This frees you from the load of anticipation of how the audience would perceive your thoughts. For quite sometime, I had been brooding over starting a blog, courtesy these thoughts : 1. my meagre army of words and vocabulary would imply inadequate expression, 2. would I be able to write something of sense, 3. better concentrate on things which will pay-off well.....till 'n' the list goes on, but then came the juggernaut thought, the impulse, firing all these (ill)logical notions off its realm and here I embark the blogger's journey!

I will end this post with this quote, which I dearly adore and madly agree with : Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. -- Henry Van Dyke