An Avian Experience

I once saw a little bird
In its nest,just opening its eyes,
Watching d wide & beautiful world unfurl
In front of her nascent soul.
I once saw a little bird
Poking in d corners of her little nest,
Tired of just watching,she
Wanted 2 take control of her life;
But alas!lacking d wings 2 fly
She confined herself 2 being confined
2 d realms of her tiny nest.
I once saw a little bird
Hopping about,on d ground
Picking up grubs here & there,
Watever caught her fancy,shiny pebble or stone
Was perhaps as interesting as d choicest dish!
I once saw a little bird
Trying 2 spread her wings 2 fly;
She faltered,yes;once,twice,thrice..
But finally she had taken flight,
Once again d world unfurled:
But dis time,not just beautiful & wide
But frightening,yet excitng,unknown..
No longer just a dream 2 b dreamt,
But now,a reality 2 b lived.
2 d fullest,2 d end.
I once saw a little bird...
I was once a little bird.

In Troubled Times

Red-d colour of my thoughts 2day
Red-d colour of d once lush green fields,
Red-d colour of d world at large
Which Someone had once painted blue or green.
Is dis blood which stains d streets,
Or,-is dis fire dat burns d greens?
My vision feels blurred-I really dont know
Wat 2 believe;for wat I see
Is something I don't even dare
2 try & understand,or 2 know & feel
The emotions,which arise in my heart
At d sight of such unfathomable scenes.
2 ask d reason behind such acts
Is not my intention,4 we know
Excuses r there 4 every unwanted deed.
But I do ask wat hav we achieved
Beyond a shattering of mental peace?
Losing luv,sowing d bitter seeds of hatred
Amongst hearts,which someday might hav beat as one.
Tragedy,say some;Terrorism/Fundamentalism cry d rest;
Processions come and go,demanding arrest
Trial,punishment,strikes-wat not;but none
Care 2 delve deep.Real deep,
Into d minds,or d lives of d affected few
Offenders or victims,it matters not who
4 2 understand any one,u hav 2 know d rest.
But I feel scared 2 seek so deep-4 I fear dat very knowledge which I seek
I would rather wake up at d dead of night
Drenched,panicked 4m d weight of my horrendous dreams;
And then...
Take some water,go back 2 sleep,
Believing(not really)dat all was well.

A Few Thoughts...

Just watched TZP.Wonderful film,with soulful nos,gr8 performances,blah blah..But wat am I doing here?Wasting precious(?!)time blogging 4 no reason at all?Simply wanted to pour out a few feelings somewhere.Feelings which rose last nt when my hanky had got a bit wet.Feelings which r not new 2 me,bt nevertheless felt a bit different last nt.Feelings of doing nothing in life except restricting myself to mugging up a few bks an d like.Hello,I askd myself.Why did I choose dis profession?Always believed dat I wanted to be different,not run of d mill.In fact,still do.
Jst wanted 2 get dis feeling off my chest.Feels gd 2 see it in print.Gives sort of finality 2 it.I would really lov 2 work wid dese kids.Not wat was shown of course,bt wat I had sometimes thought of.Use whatever miserly amnt of knowledge I hav,put it 2 some gd use.And make a difference.Not d way which I dreamt(no,dream sounds better)of making,bt still.Something.....