We live not because we were born, but because we have a purpose to fulfill.

Sitting in one corner, I began to feel as if I was a bird caught in some cage called Society … I tried hard to free ma self but every time I was shoved back in…….. How hard was it to resist when I saw other companions fly …. Where I had the potential but cruel care takers (society restrictions) cut my feathers…… All they did was brutally ruin ma prospects and bruise ma soul…… but I still belong there and only if they give me a chance can I fly so high as to touch the clouds…………. To feel its colors and add some to my bland dark life…………. Set me free set me free…….... break the norms of tying as slaves (desires) and presuming I am happy with you………. Only If I could have a little more space could I tell you how anguished I am………. Suffocated to death……… My life’s artificial and that façade glows when I further contribute to it…… Life’s end though not easy but slowly I’m killing myself (creativity) as and when I think of living my life (out of this cage)……...

Over the bridge i stand alone.... watching the shores noise..... reading the deep sea in its colors so dark so bright.... over the bridge i stand startled wondering how to describe this sight.... my eyes are in awe of the colors of the sun.... as if someone brushed his stroke so right..... The sun depicted as the goddess of light ... bestowed her blessing right through ma sight...... while the dry barren tree....... pleaded to be rejuvenated with spring........... and promise him the beauty the coming mornings would bring... she promised him not to compare himself with the valley that lay beside coz as each ones condition and opportunity destiny was to decide........ Again today i stand.. Watching the shore... the light house flickers his light and more the beauty grows.... the wooden plank floating on the waters.. makes me want to drive...( have a feel of being in the deep wide ocean) ... feel part of those colors that glitter and splore up the night....... amongst the golden waters i...

The Sun sets once again, and once again I feel alone… Like the dark nights are unfamiliar and much over grown. Every desire like dies down…..with the disappearing sun… and all my glooms are back in. The sea shimmers and the sky sparkles with the rays of joy…………… and I wonder sitting by … Why do I fall apart (in pieces) when the whole world rejoices …….. and a - glares the night…… why do I ponder alone and sigh ….. why is it that I cant learn to adjust … why is it that I fright the night………. The night (my life) is too long and tedious……. And the journey gets just tougher with little sight (no support or lack of vision). The path I trudge along is poor and weak…. Stony and messy and I want to be safe ………….. And that's why I hate the night coz life's nights are too long to be alone. And fall the destination out of sight… I hate the night [glooms] coz I thing only to be safe [think only about myself and get selfish] to me my existence is important and ...

When everything seems wrong Oh Lord.... Oh When I believe everything is wrong ... Down the drain . I feel .. creeping away the ground ( on like an insect) swirling there ...... And sometimes When I believe everything just everything there is wrong.......... I feel l ike i am Drowning in the ocean where no life jacket exists either.... Just drowning, drowning and drowning in life's whirlpool.. and Life is HELL !! When I believe Everything is wrong beside me Oh lord and there's nothing thats just right.. I feel why am I even living to watch my own plight... Struggling day in and day out... for something thats still wrong and no matter how hard I try I see everything gone .. ( over and finished) I stand alone watching my disaster .. while people laugh and crib.. about the fool I am, to see everything bid....... I just feel right now that I'm a merry - go - round.... Being rotated (used) over and over from the point I started to the same point I stand.. without gain of any ap...

Perished in the sand, to understand what I could be..... humbled and unvoiced.. I tried to seek and search the reality of me............ still wondering what I am meant to be !!! Am I a gift to be stored or whether a book to be read ....... still with arrogance I stand....... Still pondering on these thoughts.. I believe I will perish one day... yet struggling to find some place to stay..( create a mark) . I have grown from a sapling to a full fledged tree still committing crimes forbidden by thee... I have surpassed all norms of life and still wish to be forgiven... I have been always after that I.... of self praise and self- sufficiency..... Not still realizing the tenebrous nights, I believe I will live till eternity..... As the night gets darker and the clouds pull over.. with no light . .. I tremble with fear ... seeking acquaintance or someone to follow ................................... The fear grows stronger and i'm unable to move, crippled for life sit there and ...