How do birds live their life?
Full, from start to end, without naming it
Out of their egg with nothing but chirps
Ready for a life to live on their own terms
They learn their flight
With science not even slight
They gather their twigs for a nameless nest
Where they rear and rest
Discipline with no clock and nests with no lock
Drinking and bathing in water that they don't call
With ease they face life as no human can
Defeating challenges with their little brains
Perhaps it's all about keeping your mind empty
Not filling it with data and names - of no use can that be
Perhaps this is the way to lead life, sans names and books
Perhaps we're doing it wrong, trying to define it
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Note:
I'm no poet and I won't pretend to be one
This came as an emotional thought, and I wrote words as they came
Paying no attention to grammar or even rhyme
I don't call this a poem, definitely not prose -
But it's got to be something and I'll let you decide what that'll be
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This thought came to me - well, the heading at least, on 18/8/2015, as I was in the Tum-Tum back to my hostel from class at 12:50pm for lunch, I saw two birds (pigeons, I think, might've been crows) bathing in and splashing water at each other in an open drain near Hostel 9. The thought that they didn't know it was called water triggered something in me..
I typed down the words straight on my blog page here as they came.
Full, from start to end, without naming it
Out of their egg with nothing but chirps
Ready for a life to live on their own terms
They learn their flight
With science not even slight
They gather their twigs for a nameless nest
Where they rear and rest
Discipline with no clock and nests with no lock
Drinking and bathing in water that they don't call
With ease they face life as no human can
Defeating challenges with their little brains
Perhaps it's all about keeping your mind empty
Not filling it with data and names - of no use can that be
Perhaps this is the way to lead life, sans names and books
Perhaps we're doing it wrong, trying to define it
------
Note:
I'm no poet and I won't pretend to be one
This came as an emotional thought, and I wrote words as they came
Paying no attention to grammar or even rhyme
I don't call this a poem, definitely not prose -
But it's got to be something and I'll let you decide what that'll be
------
This thought came to me - well, the heading at least, on 18/8/2015, as I was in the Tum-Tum back to my hostel from class at 12:50pm for lunch, I saw two birds (pigeons, I think, might've been crows) bathing in and splashing water at each other in an open drain near Hostel 9. The thought that they didn't know it was called water triggered something in me..
I typed down the words straight on my blog page here as they came.
They rise and fly high
ReplyDeleteThey live and die
But leave no footprints
On the sands of time.
Oh how happy they are
When they chirp and tweet
Live light like a bird
Oh don't bother to
Leave footprints on the sands of time
The wave will wash them away.
Just live and let live!