Various thoughts by Jeetan.

Monday, May 15, 2006

Singing Bird

I was a lost bird then, as I am now. I suppose it is the cycle of life to return to the state that which we begin. She saw within me the sweetest aspects that which the Lord blessed me. Somehow through my multi-colored ugly feathers she realized the beauty of my soul.

I thoroughly enjoyed flying with her. The world seems a better place when ones journey is not alone. She would hold me so very tight, and it would light up my life. The way her eyes would glow still lights my pathway in my dreams. The way her fragrance would drape upon me, I still feel its fabric at times. Like a maharaja's silk gown, my body would tingle to the touch. The way her body would sway back and forth, hour glasses do not have such lovely figures.

But I disappointed her. For all the joy she gave me, I would not do the one thing: I would not sing for her. She would beg me, she would embrace me, and even cajole me. She would pout those luscious lips of hers until somewhere deep inside the strings of my violin-heart would be in perfect tune. I have never seen a better tuning-fork than her tongue. Still, perhaps because of fear of failure, or just fear of success, I could not sing.

As much as I loved to fly with her, I was afraid my singing would cause her to cage me. That she would love the song so much, that I would never be free again. How could I be so foolish. It is better to be caged in Heaven, than to be free to roam in Hell.

So she left the door to her home open one day, and I decided to fly away. I have flown for months now, and I regret every second that passes.

They say, "if you love him, let him go, and if he returns, you know its true", but they do not tell the lovestruck bird how to find his way back. After flying for months, I have lost the way back to her.

Perhaps someday, the sweet smell that used to cover me will fill my nose again. Perhaps someday those glowing eyes will be my runway back. I long for that day, as I long for those many days, days ago. If you see my fragrant flower, please let her know "her bird is ready to sing". :(

1 Comments:

Blogger Mira said...

That's really beautiful Jeetan...I like the metaphor of the singing bird!

9:53 AM, May 18, 2006

 

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