Caged Lives

allsmiles | 22 September, 2004 21:28

As I spread my wings
Merry tunes my heart sings
Chirpy greetings said aloud
To many a floating cloud

I have just learnt to fly
In the wonderful blue sky
When tired,I rest on the branch of a tree
What a joy it is to be so free.

Alas! It wasnt meant to be!
I now have this cage around me!
How could this happen to me?
How long, out here would I be?

To make a home of a cage
Threw me into a fit of rage
Trying to break the bars
Left on my wings many scars!

My heart is still on song
Trying to stay strong
As the hope to travel a mile
Seemed more and more futile

Desires to fly I cannot kill,
To me Time only seems to stand still,
The yearning for Love I cannot quell
In my very own nest, I long to dwell.

Yet, here I stand alone,
Worthlessness of my wings I mourn,
I lead a life devoid of adventure,
Friend, fun or pleasure.

Greater heights my friends would scale,
In comparison leaving me very pale
Will there ever be an end to the pain?
Will I ever fly again?

Just when it looked like forever
Seems like Life did me a favour.
The cage has now vanished.
All my sorrows have now been vanquished.

I rushed to the window sill,
Savoured the sight to my hearts fill.
I hoped to launch into a flying spree
But landed onto the branch of a tree.

The scarred wings have let me down,
But I guess I should come around
I shall be patient for
I know that Time is the greatest Healer.

I will try to erase the cage from my mind
And leave all the memories behind
Only then can I truly be free....
The Spirit shall set me free

PS: This took shape roundabout the time I was watching "The Count of Monte Cristo" Not really sure which lead to the other.

PPS: Just as I am wont to, I do often stuff my little head with more information than I need, And I also manage to eject some info that needs to stays. Well the blog certainly serves as a reminder, so I shall put this piece of info. Not totally relevant. Not totally redundant either.

I am not a literature student and have never heard of Neruda till someone mentioned it with glowing praise. Google helped me see why.
http://www-personal.umich.edu/~agreene/Neruda.html
http://www.geocities.com/psbabusyed/neruda.html

This extract from article however had me ...amazed...to say the very least

Twelve days after the fall of the Allende Government, Pablo Neruda died. His body lay for two days in his house, which had been ransacked by the military, and his funeral became the occasion for a spontaneous popular demonstration against the military dictatorship. Neruda's biographer Adam Feinstein recounts how one morning soon after his death there was an uproar in a house where Neruda had used to live