Caged
If there is a God,
then why did he give me wings and a cage?
If there is a God,
then why did he give me wings and a cage?
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
Some conversations are traps, some are escapes.
The man I called ‘Mr.Everyday’ broke my heart and other things.
Can we approach being sad with a smile? How different would it look then?
I sometimes hear outsiders call Mumbaikers, mechanical. Could that be true? I think we awaken every morning, bright with the colour of our individuality. Then the city crystalizes us into a reverse prism, bringing out only the most necessary aspects of our being and spits us out, still filtered and…
I went to yoga class this morning. After over 7 months. I reacquainted with my breath. Spring-clean the mind & spirit through gentle awareness & understanding.
@IdeaSmith:
Hmm… in that case, assuming there is a God, he gave you wings and a cage, so as to keep you trapped in the latter, so that you keep wishing (and praying) to fly free… I believe it is as simple as that !
But here, I ask… God has given you (or the bird in question) wings and a cage… but has he really put that bird IN the cage? Cuz if he hasn’t, then all that discussion above is kinda unnecessary!
.-= Kavita´s last blog ..Bachelordom =-.
because the ocean comes next.
So that I teach myself to break open the cage, and then enjoy the blissful flying experience. After all, what’s the point in just having something, and not knowing it’s value! And here I quote.. “Cuz you don’t know what you’ve ’til it’s gone..”
.-= Kavita´s last blog ..Bachelordom =-.