Let's fly !!

Oh, my darlings !
Oh my sweet darlings !!
Throw away the fear,
hold me tight, dear
let's fly..
to the new heights
and new horizons.

Spread your feathers,
let fresh air fill your lungs,
let the expanse of sky fill you up,
let's fly now..
to the new heights
and new horizons.

Take a final bow,
embrace the strength,
look down from here,
let's fly now together..
to the new heights
and new horizons.

Nest

Dear beloved,
come let us gather green grass
soft and lush
to build our nest.

For I long for those quiet summer nights
with no bright lights and piercing horns
night so quiet that I hear your beat
and you hear mine.

For I long for your quiet glance,
and innocent stare
following my every flutter
with so much love and care.

For I long for sitting together
on a branch
with the turmoil of stillness
and comfort of closeness.

For I long to be together
in one nest
with the grass so green
and the grass so lush.

Amaltas

Beautiful, dropping flowers,
golden garlands
on the trees.
Trees have borne
love and lust
for the season,
attracting bees and birds like me.

Trees stand motionless,
as flowers bloom;
happiness creates stillness
for there is sadness in it.
Sadness to loose the
embrace by the flowers
when winters pour in.

I have stayed on you for the last winter,
I have been your companion
in your loneliness.
My little sparrow's chirps
would have perked you up
as it livened me up.
I have felt your loneliness,
your love and your sorrow,
Oh, amaltas !
Accept me as your friend....
as I belong to you.

Hunter's loss

There was this moment in my life, when I felt stranded - I chose to sit motionless in the hunter's net. Hunter's heart swelled with pride; he was joyful at the golden grab but the ecstasy didn't last long for I was faintly breathing. He was suddenly sad; I guess because he wished me to see the sparkle of victory in his eyes, and there, on the contrary, I was sitting very motionless. I was calm and praying. I was in the net, but the hunter was now feeling the lump in the throat. Despite being stranded, I felt free. I have taken control over the situation; not reacted to it in anyway; just embraced it. I knew, my endless fluttering would give a sense of victory so before dying I wanted to deny that pride and joy to my killer. I lay still; he held me and suddenly he felt a sense of remorse for already almost dead bird. He left me alone.....to let me die on my own or to fly again !(?).

Bird's eyeview

Every now and then, here and there, one is required to do a analysis of the situation , product, service or of the individual itself. Everytime I have analysed a situation; I have done to have a better control and understanding of the situation and the next time similar situation arises, I am ready for it. I ponder, but is readiness everything ? Why do I really feel the urge to be ready for soemthing ? Why can't I be embrace the situation itself and then accept the consequences ?
Life has to be full - full of energy; full of vitality; full of experiences. But how do we measure fullness in life ? It is so abstract and vague - there is no scale to take the readings. But I believe it can be measured against the emptiness in life. The more the emptiness, more the fullness in the achievment later on. I believe to enjoy a situation, task, or a service to the fullest, get rid of all emotions, feelings - negative or positive doesn't matter; but just the hollowness. Take up a task, give your hundred percent and then what you get is the utter bliss and satisfaction. But then don't assume or own the success, let it go, embrace the emptiness again, take up a task, give your hundred percent and then experience bliss. Let this cycle go on. Enjoy the spurtness of the life.