A Bird Without Wings

They used to tell me that,"Never shoot never shoot across the sky". A bird without wings!

     So naive was it, for me to believe in what they said. Little was my intention to submit to their             thoughts.

     Life was like a cold drink, and God added the drug of love into it. Ecstasy was the result of it.

    A bird released from its cage. Like a phoenix rising from its ashes. I was certainly miles above and      high. I was no longer down or hurt. Little did i know that even that flight was temporary.

With a feeling of having someone that you can rely on, with a shoulder to cry on. Little did i know!

 Surely we all need someone and cannot make it alone. With those eyes disappearing into darkness when they were needed the most, I realized i was still that lonely bird without wings. Thinking i have to make it alone.

The Light of Resurrection

Was it just me or was that dusk surprisingly beautiful. Wandering through the beautiful territory of Kalam, it was my 3rd day in the beautiful city.
 The dying sun, my endless thoughts, the mountain sight that would soon devour the sparkling light of that dying sun.

Sitting under an oak tree, watching the crescent moon slowly overthrowing the sun, thinking about my past, a thought, a moment  more likely a lifetime experience. Gazing around, the white blanket of fresh fallen snow, the frozen lake and around the lake my eyes fell upon a duck. I was at least 40 miles away from any sort of life, all the humans, their livestock even their belongings nothing was to be found their. The only living things were those withered trees, that old duck, and my own self. 
 Surprisingly the only thing that cam to my mind, were some ideas of self resurrection. And a realization, that nobody stands by your side. You came alone, You go alone! Everything is temporary, Every thing is replaceable, This life, these relations, those belongings. You live your own story you write your own destiny. You resurrect your own self from pitch black sorrows. When you decide you conquer, it is just a matter of realization.
 The light of resurrection, Everybody sees it in their own way Mine was this dying sun.