“I want to be free like a bird, fly high up in the sky”.
We all must have said that once in our life.

When you see a bird, you see them fly.
However we miss to see how they struggle to survive.
When it rains, when it thunders, when there’s a famine...
We hide under the roof no longer desiring to fly.
Under a leaf, in a crack or in an old balcony shade,
They try to survive their so “desirable” lives.
Next morning with the rise of the light,
they see their month’s turmoil destroyed in pieces..
No trace of their home nor their child.

Living at the mercy of humans, their lives revolves.
Still we feel the grass on the other side looks greener, freer and evolved.
When you desire to be a bird,
Don’t wish to fly high but wish to have the strength to recreate,
Wish not to be afraid of the indestructible nature of universe,
Wish to be strong enough to digest the adversities,
Wish to be the bird of reality!

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Sometimes, I wish I was the wind.
It must be nice to be wanted
so dearly even when they know
you aren't designed to stay.

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I don't wanna be the runner of this local race.....
I will be more delight,if I be the cause of grin on a grumpy face...
There is a lot of plot to grow and grase...
And I can't persue anymore to this tiny cage...
Now ,I wanna chase more beyond my age....
And importantly,I don't have time to please people with my praise.....
I don't wanna be the runner of this local race....

If I need,no one cares..
When I give , everyone just dares..
When I ask who's with me?
Answer so simple-only few but rares...
Then why I have to worried about to be left and press...
Really ,I don't wanna be the runner of this local race...

Yes,I don't wanna be,
And I don't care what they say...
Now ,I wanna live in my own way..
In order to conquer myself and win my own race...
That they guys can't even guess...
Yes ,I don't wanna be the runner of this local race...
But sure, I will be the winner of my own race............

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A drop of water comes from her forehead and makes a curve up to her chin and suddenly falls to the ground,
I have always seen my mom, she ignores that drop of water!
And
Still she advises me that a drop of water is important for life!
She is so much innocent!

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Do nothing
It"ll make you sick
Stomach may feel empty
Things may feel like
falling down as drops
Deep down the heart.
The brain may feel drained
Left is the consciousness
Do nothing
& Art may sprout out from
little seeds of nothingness!

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🌹 सुप्रभात 🌹

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When you have learned
The art of silence,
You need not manifest
The art of leverage.

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🌹 सुप्रभात 🌹
🚩जय श्रीराम🚩

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व्यक्ति अपने संस्कारों और विचारों से बड़ा बनता है,पैसा तो भिखारी भी कमा लेता है !!
🌹सुप्रभात🌹
🚩🔱 जय श्रीराम 🔱🚩
🔱🚩 जय माता दी 🚩🔱

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