A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
When you stitch your broken wings and get ready for another act,you cannot really fly, you can just react.
Even at my lowest I didn’t give up, Even at my lowest I continued to run. Do you think you can break me now ? I’m ready for another round. No matter how much you criticise or hate , I will be myself I shall not wait, Shall not wait for the sun to rise, … Continue reading You cannot break me now
The sky is yours today. Go for it, feel it, run for it. It is your day, your life, every moment, if you feel it. Run so fast that you feel breathless, laugh so hard that your stomach aches, look at yourself and cherish the beautiful person you are. Eat your favourite food, visit your … Continue reading The Sky is Yours Today
I wrote this poem 12 years back for my kid sister's school assignment. I have not been able to blog much as I have some major exams coming up in May and June. I really felt like posting this poem today. There is no spring for me at this moment. But I can always feel … Continue reading Spring is in the Air
Before making any new journey , let's be grateful for our existence. On 22nd September 2011, I had met with a serious accident which had nearly costed me my life. I was cycling at a high speed through a dangerous mountainous slope when I had this accident. I suffered from two extradural hemorrhages ( brain … Continue reading An Ode to Life
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