Thursday 2 February 2012

A Whole New World

A bird out of her nest…
The cosiness, the warmth
Somwhere it is left…
For now she is out in the sky
Learning to abide by
The new rules of life…

A new pair of wings
A dive and a swing
And she sways with the air
Completely unaware
Of this pleasant seaming world outside
Which had been in her dreams
Which she saw form the inside
Of her nest…
That security, the protection is gone
All she is left with is this unrest
Of making attempts to survive
In this world of dreams
Which demands her to fight…
Fight her way through the rest
As now she no more is in her nest
And the cosiness, the warmth
Somewhere it is left…

It all seemed so easy
The nest so warm and yet breezy
But now the meanings have changed
The weather no more seems to be the same
The sunlight’s warmth has turned into heat
And rain into storms that try to beat
her passion, her strength
To be yet again able to strike
On her target perfectly right.
But she ain’t weak so as to bow
To these storms and allow
Them to take over her dreams…
The sky no more seems to be blue
And nor is the grass green…
The true colours of the world
Aren’t a pleasant scene
But these are the rules for her to abide
With only a virtual support by her side
Now that she is out of her nest
The cosiness, the warmth,
Somewhere it is left…

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  2. Nicely written, but I somehow differ a bit. The warmth, the cosiness of our nest lies forever within us whether you being physically present there or not. Always remember :)

    Cheers!!!!
    Take Care :)

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    1. Well, it is true actually that we carry the warmth in our hearts yet at times there is nothing like the comfort and warmth of home. :)

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