Spread your wings.

wings

Lift your wings to fly.

 

There is no safety here.

This morning in the garden
your words fell out.
Your mouth opened
and ran out of things to say.

Light abandoned and every corner
you went into the spaces
hid away and you became,
just another voice in the wind.

No one notices when the snow
begins and the motels
close and none of the roads
lead home and none of the homes
even have roads
that could take you there.

This morning you collapsed
in on yourself,
and it was only the air
that felt you’re falling.

We heard the
song before we
saw the truck,
and fueled by
heart and hunger,
raced across
the clover field.

You in the lead
as always,
riding free handed,
your smile fuller
than a rain heavy sky.

Majestic creator of geometry
Of my peering face, window,
weeping willow tree.
Her body cropped against the landscape
Cradles birds, leaves, buildings,
Rain and shadows.
In open arms.

Her ever-changing robe.
Sapphire, crimson, auburn, gold.
Continuously alters the wrapping paper.
Presenting the Earth to mankind.

The world ends where the sky begins,
Nothing lies beyond the horizon
But the knowledge
of the stars,
Reaching beyond the Milky Way
Whose luminescence strokes my tabletop,
In a tiny apartment
A gleaming box of light
Adorning the vast expanse of a building,
Carved along the edges
Of a clear night sky.


© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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Waiting for life

Will wait till the sun sets in the day sky,
Will wait till it rises in the night sky,
Waiting for the moment when the stems flourish from the seeds.
Waiting for the moment when that little plant touches the cold water
droplets of the night sky, for the first time.
Waiting for the moment it feels the life inside when Morning
light touches its little body.
So many lives will crawl and fly.
So many will sit under and feel their life.
Sings their wordless tune and never stops singing it:
nothing can faze it.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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Wisdom of the wings.

Watching the rest of
his friends fly,
seeded in him a feeling
of envy.

Out of shame, he built
walls around him.
Walls to isolate himself
from the unjust world.

When he finally gained the
confidence to live as a crawler,
he broke his walls.

Only to realize his confidence
brought in him a huge change.

The sad caterpillar was now
a mighty Butterfly.


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Today, you fly higher!

​The life I live is the toughest.
Isn’t this the same thought you have before going to bed on a bad day? 

Everyone lives a different lifestyle, have been raised by parents other than yours and even have different opinions from each other. But that doesn’t mean that our lives are any better or worse as compared to that of others. “Nothing’s new under the sun”, they say, which is indeed the truest line of all. In the last 200,000 years since modern humans have existed, we’ve always got better at learning things the hard way. We’re a species who always make mistakes before learning something. That’s how we are, that’s how everybody you know is. Stop giving your life a hard time by judging it with someone else’s who has a great instagram profile that makes you think they’re cool. Of course one might be cool, but that doesn’t mean their life is flawless, or even if it is, it is because they’ve worked hard and/or still do. You can never know a person better than they know themselves, so next time before telling that dude, who you think has a  girly handwriting and eventually might be gay, wait for a minute and look at yourself in the mirror.

I don’t mean to offend anyone, I don’t mean to say that I’m a person who’s a saint amongst all and you’re the one at fault, but I’m just a person who’s fed up of people willing to feel superior by making others feel bad over how they live, what they choose to do, and how they look. I represent every person who has something special in them but can’t express it as our society’s termed it a “Taboo”when I say ‘Let us live the way we wish to.’ 

For some people this talk won’t mean a thing, while some wouldn’t even care enough to read. And it’s completely okay. Whatever the case be, remember that you’re the only person who can be you, so be the best at it.💜