ILLUMINATIONS OF A MALADY CONTINUES

Sleepless nights

Aimless days

Difficult people around

Stuck

The same four corners

The same four corners

The same four corners

The same four corners

Get away

Get away from all

Break away from the prison

Run away

Fly and sing

Sing up in the air

Get out of the prison

And fly away

You, the one with wings

Must never had chopped your wings off

Now you are stuck

But still you can escape

No visible walls to the prison

Easier to escape

Just get up and leave

You sit too long

Don't think

Act

Act

Act

Be an actor

What a great profession

Actors become other people

Actors travel

Actors fly

Actors sing

You have the same sour puss demeanor for centuries

Centuries old

Centuries spent in prison

Man made prison

All things are man made

You make something too

Make wings

Colorful wings

Invent songs

New songs

Fly away singing

Write lyrics

Give a tune to it

And fly away singing

You are a bird

A singing bird

That's your name

You can't be confined in a prison

Too free for the four corners of the roundabout

Horizons are wide open

You belong somewhere up there

Up in the blue sky

Sky full of clouds

And rain

And ash even

But still you belong up there

Get up and break all imaginary walls

All fences must be broken

For your wings

Because your wings

Are delicate

Precious

Colorful

You are a peacock

In a prison

Like Oscar Wilde

A peacock of colors

Confined in a prison

You are luckier than Oscar Wilde

He was put in there by others

You chose the function of others

And confined yourself

Why?

What crime did you commit?

He didn't commit a crime either

They were evil

You must be evil

So evil

To put yourself in

A prison

Now the secret is revealed to you

You imprisoned yourself

You can remove yourself

From the self confined punishment

Why must you punish your self?

Do you know what crime did you commit?

I don't know

I search for the crime I committed

But I can't find it

You parched your wings

You singed them

You sat in a corner

With broken wings

Make new wings

Create them'

Colorful wings

A peacock with wings

With all the colors of the Orient

Colors of the East

Colors of the poets

It doesn't suit you to sit in a prison

With colors of a peacock

You need to get into Holland park

and walk majestically

Slowly and melodiously

So the visitors can stop and watch

Watch you dance

Dance before you sing

Sing the song of freedom

Not the song of slavery

Not the song of confinement

Sing the song of freedom

The freedom

No one gives you but you

Yourself, give it to yourself

Your long lost freedom

You are free

You don't know it though

You thought that you were a slave

A slave of tradition

Of color

So you imprisoned yourself

To save them the trouble

But you are free

You need to know that you are free

You are the one who cornered yourself

Within four corners

You are the one who is now free

Because you just freed your self

You want to respect the color of your

Peacock

The color god gave you

The beautiful color

And the voice

The melody of a song

Now sing

I made you a bird

I gave you a name

I called you ,"a singing bird."

And you sat in a corner

Thinking that you were put there

There is no one around

No one

All the other birds flew away

You took too long

The door of the, "PINGRA" is now open

Sneak out

Escape

Escape from yourself

And your self inflicted sorrow

You are a bird

You are not a human being

You are more beautiful than that

You are not cruel like humans

You have no sorrow

All sorrow is reserved for the evil human beings

They have the instincts of greed

Of accumulation

Of occupation

Of bloodshed

You are pure gold and silver and pearls and rubies

And diamonds

As precious as a stone with a song in you

But you are much lighter than a stone

Stones can't fly

That's why they are worn by the human

Rich and evil and greedy human beings

Lighter than air is better than a diamond

On a rich finger

People will cut that finger one day

To take that diamond away

There is robbery in the world

Your feathers belong to you

Your colorful feathers belong to you

Your song belong to you

Unless you want to abandon it

Abandon your feathers?

Abandon your color?

Abandon your song

You won't be forgiven

To take your freedom away

To take your song away

To take your gift away..........

That's cruel

And evil

And is a crime

Which is bigger than a prison

Bigger than all punishments

You were given freedom

Freedom to fly

Freedom to sing

Now fly away

And sing

Sing your songs

Sing your melodious songs

Your name is, "SINGING BIRD"