Friday 7 September 2012

In search of FREEDOM....


I tried, but I couldn’t escape. I was caught in the darkness drenched in black. I tried to fly but I knew my freedom was being curbed. My feathers were to be chained down in the cage. I won’t be able to see the blue sky. Across the clouds I won’t see the sun going down. I might not be able to hear my fellow mates even.

Suddenly I felt a strong force gripping my body. I tried hard but the grip was stronger. Will that grip kills me? Shall I be forbidden to my paradise even? I didn’t know. Only a shrill voice I could make to inform the nature that I was being captivated.

I was caught ultimately. We don’t have the habit of getting senseless but I was afraid of everything that was happening with me. I had never been held in this way before. For a moment I thought that the fowler was there and he would cut my wings off and I would never be able to fly.

Was it true, I won’t be able to fly?

Patience!! I had been taught while I started learning how to fly. I was put in a cage with enough of food in it. The cage was iron built and I knew that I would cease living my life from now on. I was a puppet in their hands and they would teach me to speak like them. I had heard from the old folks that humans like birds; like us imitating them.

But slowly I realized that they had kept me only as a pet and would do no harm to me. I was given adequate food. I was made to bathe once a week. I didn’t know that water had such soothing effect. But the water could not soothe my weary heart. Though everything was sufficient there, I missed something.

 I missed my freedom. I wanted to fly....in the blue sky .I sometimes sneaked here and there to find a path in the broken iron cage. Soon I realized that there was a little part which had started rotting already. I gazed for a chance.

One day as they were busy in their breakfast table, I got an option. Slowly and gently I flew out of the cage. I touched the free air of the nature. I felt the blue draping me in its arms. I felt myself free in midst of all the bonding that binds me with the nature.

Abondoned....

Have you ever felt being abandoned? Have you ever felt being used by someone whom you have trusted blindly? What happens when all the emot...