that day, the child in me
told me to fly
so i jumped, jumped higher
to touch the sky
each time, I used a little more of my strength
wondering, how much more can I use
hoping, to go a little higher with each try
the cotton like clouds smiled at me
urging me to reach to kiss them
that smile on their face, made me a little shy
the birds flying, making patterns pretty
encouraged me to go, join their flock
to go to a world of dreams
so I never would have to cry
as the child in me, told me to fly
I tried & with each try
was born – a New Me….
I took my time
many years to believe
to gather much courage
to kill that something
that something which pulled ME from ME
that something that laughed at a helpless me
that something that called me a coward
that something that never let me rise
it was bloody all over
today, as I picked a sword
I cut it in two halves
yes, I killed my FEAR
need I make CONFESSIONS?
I reached out to touch with my fingertips
the shining Glass of Time
it melted softly upon my touch
revealing, what laid on the other side
I saw a little Me, giggling
playing with bubbles & butterflies
running with kids after the flying kite
catching thousands of dragon flies
drops of rain bathing me pure
rainbow in the sky, glowing to bless
trees offering their branches to my swing
the wind blew softly to make me sing
my little self treasured the treasure that’s real
no coins no dollars I needed to buy
my happiness, I held it in my own hands
as a child, I had the vision to understand
the beauty lied in my own self
I knew how to smile, how to remain happy
weren’t those days simply beautiful
my real life
I promise, this real life incident is going to move a lot of souls!!
Just an hour back, on the busy streets of New Delhi, I took a rikshaw ride. For those who don’t know, it is a 3 wheeler cart peddled by a man.
The ride did not last for more than 7-8 minutes. In those few minutes, the rikshaw puller shared something amazing with me.
As there were many cars on the road, I asked him to drive on the extreme left side of the road (just to be on the safer side). And there, he started his story.
“Ma’am ji, please do not worry. I am a driver myself. I drive all sorts of cars and have my driving licence too. I know how to be safe on the road” he said.
“Then you must drive a taxi, it will pay you well, or you should work as a driver somewhere” I advised, because pulling a rikshaw is a very tiring job and it requires a lot of physical strength.
“No ma’am ji, I don’t want to work under anyone. They ask me 100 questions if I get late by just 5 minutes, and I can not complain. I am not even allowed overtime money if they extend my working hours even by an hour or two sometimes. I have done that job earlier, but I am happy pulling a rikshaw now. Even though I have to work in the heat pulling weight which requires a lot of strength but my reward is that I am free to ride on my will. I make Rs. 500 everyday and I don’t have to give answers to anyone. I work on my own conditions”, he said.
“This way Ma’am ji, I feel like a King” he said wiping his sweat off his forehead.
He was smiling.
And I thought to myself damn! ANYONE CAN BE A KING.
You just need the heart to feel like one!!
staring down through the depth of the building
She sat on the top most floor
her situation unfathomable
incapable to consider any solutions
she felt all her power evaporating
her legs trembled, felt empty
shiver ran through her spine
as she struggled to decide
to jump, or not to jump
and she did
but on the other side
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