Behind these Bars..!

Story of a blue bird..(continued)

“Hi!” Tyra greeted Novak. “Didn’t you give it a shot today?” Novak said jokingly. “I thought that I should not waste time in my fruitless tries.” Tyra replied. Tyra couldn’t sleep last night as she was so excited to meet Novak again. There was something about him that she couldn’t resist. He was a mystery to her and she wanted to know him more. “So why you want to know what’s beyond the sky?” Novak asked her. “It’s just the curiosity.” Tyra replied. Novak knew the truth and asked her, “Is it solely your curiosity which had led you to fly in the sky throughout your life? Or is it something much deeper?” Tyra sensed the seriousness in Novak’s voice. She realised that Novak was not just a stranger but he knew her too well, but how? “Tell me what’s beyond the sky.” “Nothing, just an empty space.” Novak replied. “You won’t find the one you have been looking for, for so long there.” “Then where will I find the answers these voices haunt me with?” Tyra asked desperately. “Can you swim?” Novak asked jokingly. Tyra was getting angry now. “The one you are looking for can not be found outside. You have to swim inside yourself and find the answers. Close your eyes and feel yourself. You won’t feel empty” Novak said meeting Tyra’s gaze. “It’s tough but you can do it.” “I don’t understand.” Tyra looked confusing. To her nothing of this made sense. Novak had feared this as she was just a bird. But he had planted the seed. “You talk rubbish. I should have never listened to you. You are wrong about the sky. You don’t have wings like me so you can’t fly and know what’s beyond the sky” Tyra said angrily. She was disappointed. She had come with hope and now Novak was nothing but someone who was crazier than her. She flew away. Novak knew that this would happen. He felt sad but he knew that Tyra would have a better life now.
Weather suddenly changed. It seemed like universe was also angry. The clear blue sky soon got filled with dark grey clouds. Wind started blowing much faster. Tyra didn’t notice any of this as she was filled with anger and her eyes were full of tears. Her society had made fun of her, called her crazy but none of it hurt her. But today was different. The person she thought knew her and shared her dream had made a fool of her feelings. Thundering had started and she should soon get back home. But Tyra’s judgement was clouded by her anger. She had never been hurt so much before. “I will show you what’s beyond the sky Novak. I am no fool like you think. You can’t fly but I can and I will find out. I don’t need anybody’s help. Every one is a fake. ” Tyra said out loud and flew up with all her strength. She was not going back home. She was going up, up in the sky to find out the truth. The wind had grown more fierce, throwing Tyra here and there in the sky. But Tyra was more determined and kept flying. Fierce wind soon turned into a deadly storm. There was no bird in the sky as it was deadly to be there in the sky. Sky had turned into a deathly trap for all those who found their freedom in it. It had started raining, but Tyra wasn’t going to give up. For her, death was more peaceful. The best way she had planned for her to die was while fighting for her dream and today seemed the perfect way to say goodbye to her life. It was raining and thundering, storm was raging hitting Tyra so hard that her wings were helpless to balance her. As she falls from the sky, she closed her eyes and it was Novak she thought about. With her eyes closed, waiting for death to come, she could feel something inside her. She was swimming, swimming inside her. But it was short and she hit the ground. It seemed like universe had heard her conversation with her grandmother about life and death and gave her the death, the way she had wanted, dying while fighting for her dream.

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Dear Diary..Will u listen the story of a Bird?

Dear diary,
Something is going inside me. A wind is blowing and it is taking me with it to different places but like every other dust particle caught up in it, I am also rotating and am in a state where I seek for stability. Dear diary, what is life? Is it a word which means to survive or is it a word which has deeper meaning like having a life in itself. Dear diary,the world is coming to a fatal end and I haven’t yet caught the glimpse of who I am. It’s like being in an ocean and yet not seen the reflection of yourself in it.

Dear diary, will u listen a story of a Blue Bird? 
Her name was Tyra and she was a beautiful blue bird with feathers so soft that she was called a soft candy. She was very pretty and fly in the open sky. She loved the sky so much that she never come up the ground until her wings start hurting. She was a passionate bird having the curiosity of reaching to the topmost level of the sky. For her, life was like a gift and she never wanted to waste it. She used to think that if nature has given her wings then why not she try to find out her creator who is somewhere behind the sky. All the friends of Tyra were more of usual chaps who were more spirited for winning the challenges which were put by the society. For them life was a circle encompassing their family, society and their friends. Tyra was just the opposite of what others were. She never liked her society as she found them and their rules mere subjected to their thinking and ease. She never understood the rituals, the curses. All she was curious about was the mystery behind the sky. Throughout her life she kept on trying to find out what was behind the sky until she met Novak. Novak was the person who saw in Tyra the zeal and the determination to be free. He had known Tyra long before they had even met.
Novak was a farmer ad he used to work on the corn field of his father. He was a simple human being who lived his life in peace as he knew the secret behind the sky. One day while Tyra had exhausted her wings by flying for several hours in search of reaching to the top of the sky, the winds had blown her towards the country side. She was resting on the head of a scarecrow when Novak saw her. He knew her the moment he saw her and offered her the water. Tyra exhausted by her effortless tries drank the water and said the man thank you and flew away. Novak saidw elcome and went back to do his work. He was smiling as he knew she would come again.
The next day Tyra was again sitting on the head of the scarecrow when Novak came and offered her water. Tyra was curious to know why the man always bring water for her, as she knew one thing about humans that they will always approach towards the birds with a word, ‘shoo’ on their tongue. She said thank you and couldn’t stop herself from asking that why he was acting unlike the other humans and shoo her away. “Who are you?” Tyra asked curiously. “I am Novak” Novak replied smilingly. “I am a farmer and I work here”. “Why you give me water every time I come here?” Tyra after all asked the question which was bothering her. Novak had known that she would ask this and said smilingly, “Did you found out what’s beyond the sky?” Tyra was shocked by the question which Novak had asked and with a moment of annoyance filled with curiosity, she asked him how he knew.
Novak had seen beyond the beautiful feathery skin of hers, the soul which denied remembering him but he did. “Just guessed”, Novak said jokingly. Tyra wasn’t satisfied with the answer but couldn’t argue with him as it was growing darker and she had to head back home. She thanked for the water and flew away.
That night it was raining and while Tyra was in her nest trying to sleep, her thoughts were consumed by the question, “Did u found what’s beyond the sky?” which Novak had asked her. She was annoyed with him as she could sense the mockery in his question. Everyone to whom Tyra have told her deepest desire of knowing what is beyond the sky, have made fun of her. Even the closest friend of Tyra, though not much closer, thinks of her as a crazy blue bird.
...................To Be Comtinued

'Dear Diary'

Don't know how many of you are reading my blog but as my father says that never concern yourself with the number and keep on writing coz someday it will be read. So here I am again with an article about my life.
To the outside world, my life may seem to be perfect and yeah, logically thinking, my life is perfect with a perfect combination of every thing one desires in his or her life. I have great friends who are there with me when I need them, in my happiness as well as in my sadness. I have a wonderful, supporting family. I am an engineering student and will be a graduate next year and talking about being perfect I will have job in my hand once I am a graduate. What else one need to call his or her life perfect!

But still here I am writing about my life as it is still incomplete, still it feels like something is missing and my life is not perfect. There's  no happiness among these complete things and still I find myself searching for something I do not know. All my well wishers are proud of me and all my enemies are jealous of me but here I am still not knowing what am I missing.
Life has always been a mystery for me and I have always believed that time is the only one that can solve this mystery. My patience is wearing out and now people can see behind the mask of happiness and fulfillment, the vulnerable me, the empty me.
I wrote this article coz I know not many people visit my blog so I can still refer to it as my 'Dear Diary'.

EMPTINESS...!

I write about something I feel inside,

I write about, emptiness,

I pretend to be interested in the work am doing,

I pretend to be, fine,

I write about something I feel inside,

I write about emptiness,

They find my life so charming, 

That they can not see this rootless tree,

They are so engrossed in the my outer charms,

That they forget the real me,

The work I do, I get so much praise,

But it do not touch my heart,

They call me so lucky, so complete,

But am still hanging in the middle of nowhere,

I write about something I feel inside,

I write about emptiness....