Fairy Tales (series)

The muse of this poem is the powerful picture at the end. Once again I would like to give credits to the anonymous artist.

This poem tries to bring out the turmoil of a person suffering with depression. If you know anyone who is depressed, please lend them support. They need your love and patience...

DIARY OF A BROKEN BIRD

I still don't know what to remember
What I have lost or what I had found
And here you are, a confusion
At best, I'd say, 'a sweet distraction'
I don't know what I am anymore
Am I still the broken, chained -bird "free"?
I don't know , what could I do
with or without hurting you.
Some times I see myself
Adding new leaves to my diary
I had torn away blank pages all
But then I know I am broken beyond belief
I guess I will just pick this broken bird I found
And see him heal
My every new moment is just that - a moment
There is no smile that hides no sorrow
One day when I am strong enough
I will put an end to this theatre of my life
And look just as blankly at the winter sun
Or if I am stronger, I will walk with the winds
And find my place amongst the flowers
I will then look at the happy birds naive
And bless them with all my power
-Mx

Disclaimer: I do not own the image used.

CAGED BIRDS

CAGED BIRDS

A poem where 'birds' are a metaphor for 'dreams'.

In a slightly pessimistic approach, this poem talks about those dreams which we 'cage' within ourselves...

Do you have such dreams that you burried deep within? Do you think it is a good idea to kill your dreams? What do you think drives people to modify their aspirations? Is it their out of the box wish or is it the rest of the world judging them? Do you think the world suffers with tunnel vision where-in guidelines are set to differentiate between practical, acceptable, apt on one hand and silly, farfetched and unacceptable on the other?
Do you think that the only option is to modify oneself according to these so called norms?

The poem:

'Four chambers' refer to the 'heart'

The 'deep forest' implies the mysteries within us (our thought process, our life as a whole, our internal environment)

'treacherous routes'  imply the obstacles/ challenges of life.

'Starlit skies'- 'hope'

'Tall gateway to salvation' is the ultimate goal of life

Forks (in the path) are many... 'not all be trod' implies  'life is all about making choices'

'Slithering rivers'-obstacles

'Too close to heart to simply give (away)' means that our dreams, no matter how farfetched they be, are precious to us... we cannot simply part with them. (And thus they die within us , yet remain)

'Caged birds, they die with an open eye/ no hope to soar (high) (to be realised) and none to fly (fly away from us)'