Posts Tagged ‘ Imagine ’

Blue, Blue Skies – 1st November ’09

This is pretty much random for a poem, just literally describing the state of a person, trapped and his wish to be free ^^’

Lost in the darkness of my mind,
The hollow, black feeling, crushing,
Crushing like waves against the rocky shores,
Escaping the confinement, gasping, wanting to be free
Free as the oceans flow, glide through the skies, slicing,
Slicing like birds, floating carelessly, in the blue,
Blue skies.

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The Dove

Okaay, so yesterday on the 6th of May, I had my English exam. The first part compromised of 5 choices to chose from and composing an essay/story/descriptive writing of 350-600 words.
One of them was “Imagine you are a bird, describe what you see and feel.”
I chose that one. ^^
I don’t really remember exactly what I wrote, so this one’s is eh.. Just a copy of it? Never mind, here goes nothing =D. Though note this is the suckier version, I request my Eng teacher to give me a copy of my paper

It was one of the most amazing dreams I had ever experienced. No, it felt too real to be a dream, nor was it an imagination of such power. It was so surreal that I refuse to believe it to be unreal. Well, this happened right after I closed my heavy eyes to the stillness of the night. The next thing I knew was the smell of cow dung stinging my nose. Then, the dominant cries of the morning Roosters combined with the morning Sun’s rays woke me up, followed with a shriek. I was a Pigeon. Enough Said. Yes, those pigeons who peck on bald heads and drop their.. ‘droppings’ without even watching. Though they are not THAT bad, these cozy softballs rather have a beauty that yet remains unparalleled. I slowly watched at my white feathery wings, draping down my body, covering it like curtains of velvet.

The serene dawn beckoned me forward and the next thing I knew I fluttered my wings and glided out from the barn. I did not need to know why was I a Dove, I just was. I rose and seared through the vast cyan skies, watching children, all naked, fighting, playing and bathing in the Ravi river. It was then I realised how my senses of vision and smell were so sensitive. Even a light bulb looked like a Supernova, and I could smell the taste of the traditional ‘Bun-Kebabs’, ‘Pani-Pooris’ and the infamous ‘Anda Paratha’ combo as I crossed the street hawkers.

For once, I started loving my Mother Country, as from bird’s view (literally), I saw old men sitting in the balcony wearing loincloth, covering their navels and ankles. Women started preparing dough for the morning Breakfast. I did not think all what seemed to be just boring routines, were actually the exclusive things one can experience here. I decided to go higher, and faster, tearing through the skies till such extents that the winds made fluttering noises against my feathers and to take revenge, started screeching and shrieking against my ears. It was then I turned back towards to observe the horizon and encountered a flock of ducks. Green bellies brown necks and grey heads. I had never seen that colour combination on a duck before, I thought to myself. Their glistening beauty invited me. The floppings of their wings seemed like debris crashing from a building, each one releasing powerful vibes to let me go off balance. Said they were heading to the coast by following the majestic Indus, and that I could join them if I pleased.

I felt bad to turn their offer down though, but the roars of people were intriguing and as I headed to the source of the cheerful wave, I was led in a stadium. Two teams, one in Blue and another in Green emerged from two sides of the stadium. It was the biggest event of THE decade. The cricket World Cup’s final was going to be held today in Lahore, against Pakistan and India. I never was fond of cricket though, what attracted me more were the boys, suddenly showing up running to and fro on the benches. Carrying ice cold tang juice with them, to refresh the throats of the people-who-just-dried-their-mouth-by-shouting-exuberantly. I made a quick dive, hoping to snatch just ONE glass of the juice, as I never noticed how my stomach growled and my throat was playing the role of the Sahara, dry due to not even having a pint of water since morning.

Diving, that was the best part of being a bird, too bad it did not last long. My eye sight started to blur and soon I was in a blackout. I was back in Earth, forget the Mother Country. The awe-giving reality was over. But surely, I do not think I would forget it anytime soon. Like a sticker on my memory.