I will not change, or bend for any
I rule my life and I am my slave,
I may live in a palace or dwell in a cave
Who are you to restrict me, fools?
I make and break my own rules
Whom should I obey? This is my confidence!
How can you all call this defiance?
Not just a power, or an art,
You are the turbulence
that shakes my heart,
and serving as remembrance
to my emotional past.
After a day under the sun in toil,
In your arms, I find solace
And all my days of joy,
I recount in your verbal embrace
You flow into my thought, like a river,
and roll out of my pen, to stay forever
Leave me not, I plead you
For, it’s you, I knew me through!
My winged thoughts soaring into the sky,
know no rest nor respite
Aching to find words to weave themselves,
into a garland of poems, for your delight.
Recounting the days of my wonderful life
I opened my eyes when the world was dark
Adding my infant green to the park
Energized by the sunlight, I grew
and made friends with the drops of dew.
Trembled under many fluttering wings
and wounded with umpteen stings.
I knew no world, but my mother,
driven to death by your brother
Now, alone I am, dying on this path,
Whispering to you, the tales of my past.
Here is my message to you all,
there is not enough green in the world,
Don't let our race wither away,
Let us grow together from today!
The blank pages of my diary,
The unheard whispers of my heart,
The unrecorded experiences of my past,
The unheeded ideas of my brain,
are bouncing back to life,
Rekindling my passion to write, to express!
I thought it was over, all my pride of my expression, my thoughts and my days of writing. I thought that I should dwell in the past glory and there is no more my pen can produce. Thanks to my sweetheart, my inner-voice shouted a big “NO” to all my questions. The artist in me is bouncing back to life. If there should be any gap in an artist’s life, it’s over in mine! Feeling proud to stand again at a corner in the hall of writers, making my contributions and waiting for the day when I’d lead the crowd!
Cheers
I don’t know where I am going, I am in a bus, alone! I looked out of the window, and saw no vehicles. The road was serene and the streets were empty. Panicked, I wanted to get down. I looked at the driver and I am surprised to find myself driving. I closed my eyes and started to recollect. I started my journey the day I was on earth. I couldn’t drive then, I used to ride on my parents’ vehicle. Soon, my sister joined me. We used to go places together with our parents. We shared many memories, gained many experiences, gathered many ideas, explored many places. My mother and father used to drive in turns. Sometimes, I used to help my parents with their driving. It has been the same till yesterday. How do I have my vehicle today and I am driving?!
Some voices stopped my train of thoughts and I looked out of the window again. I saw my dad driving and my mother and sister waving to me from the window. Dad shouted some words, “We can’t accompany you, you should choose your path from now on”. “Why?”, I cried out in answer to his words. I shouted again and again expecting an answer. But, they seemed oblivious to my predicament. I closed my eyes and the welled up tears started rolling down my cheeks. The driver turned around, smiled and said, “This is life”.
I am able to understand now. Everyone has their own life to lead and they are the bosses of their lives. I am my boss now. I have to choose my paths, change my gears, set my speeds and fuel my life. There might be crossroads, there might be a few breakdowns, but no looking back or revisiting. There is no road back to the past. I can’t change the things, once they are done. I can’t think of the road not taken. I have to be on my guard and I should never stop.