Creating Passion

Our personal life is so professional, we pay cost for each essential. Somewhere, the presence of the mind reminds the absence of the soul..!!!

Man and monkey, proven history, Monkey and tree, close relation; Tree and man, future scenario..??? Better...We don't have money tree yet..!!!

There are always certain things for which a person lingers for. No matter till when, he still waits humbly for it. Still Waiting... Still waiting for my name to really mean, Still waiting to succeed from my broken glean.  Still waiting to find my better whole, Still waiting to be judged by the soul. Still waiting to be the reason of someone's  smile, Still waiting to understand the destiny's guile. Still waiting to be truly loved and cared, Still waiting to travel a path being shared. Still waiting to have no more of regrets, Still waiting to overcome my past threats. Still waiting to happily shed into tears, Still waiting to cope with all my fears. Still waiting to be blessed in rife, Still waiting to give a purpose to my life. Still waiting to give up all my hesitation, Still waiting to be an icon of my nation. Still waiting to fly high and high; Still waiting to be relieved from this sigh..!!!

Once, too close, Once, too far. Did this all mean; Only to end in scar?

A beauty is never admired by ruining it's life. No matter if you built it golden, it would still remain a cage....!! Defining humanity by the 'Words of a Caged Bird'. When I was there, under your wings, You felt good, on seeing my swings. After being caged in the living room, I was left, with no reason to bloom. Well aware of the cost, they did pay, But "My life was lost", how could I say? When covered inside the fences of gold, I could realise, “My life was really sold”. Tell me to what extend could I whet? When seeing their faces, I sweat. Why for my life, would they bother; When they could kill their own brother. My wings seemed no more mine, Do tell me, how could I be fine? When, "I could fly", felt a lie, Would I be free, only when I die? Why did they sob, on being in solitude, While not  sorry, for their ingratitude. They made their life, a never ending quest, But “Please let me go!” was my request. "Rest ...