Lessons of Life (LOL)

(Hey LOLers!  This poem is written by my English teacher whom I always look up to..... What better blend then my IDEAL WRITING about my LOVE? ^__________^ ) Dance a dance O Mighty One Let it be one paralleled by none Gazing at the distant skies, my hopeful eyes, Wait to see thy tantalising twirls; thy unique and unrivalled style  Spin oh spin; dance; O dare We’ve heard you dance without a care. In my dreams I did hear once, The thunderous tapping of thy feet I tremble… quiver at the very memory  Yet revere thee and thy  Long and matted, knotted tresses,  The snake swirling around thy ne...

He is life. I love Him. I'm Destroyed. And, find, only destruction my way ahead. I'm not Destroyed because He doesn't love me back. I'm Destroyed because He does. My Shiva, The Destroyer. He, my Lord, destroys for the Greater Good, He'll destroy if He loves you, they say. And I, The Ego, so worldly, let myself be Destroyed. He wasn't destroying me. He was destroying for me. I destroyed myself. I'm not powerful enough to save myself. I'm just weak enough to destroy myself. Each time The Destroyer destroys for me The Ego will destroy me. There is no way out, no safe way out. I can't be rescued from myself. I'll be hurt, I'll be Destroyed. My love for The Destroyer is Eternal. What better, Than The Destroyer and The Destroyed put together? I'm Destroyed, But, I'm His. And, that hurts, But, that's exactly what I want to be. His.

He wanted to be mature, Without hair above his lips, He could do it, He was sure, Before the time slips. Catching a fish from a pond, Showed the honorable sign of maturity, And improved his daddy’s bond, With him, he had the surety.  Abhorring to be caught by the chin, Detesting being called a baby, He wanted to grow up like his kin, Fully fledged he wanted to be. Looking at the glistening water, With his sparkling eyes he sat, With a whole lot of matter, And a fishing rode on the mat. Glancing upon his aim, With wasn’t reall...

Their roads crossed. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Pre-planned incidents, and unseekable strength. But, their roads crossed. Tied to strings, to the hands of Him, puppets they were. They met because He intended them to. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. Yet, they met, to yield something greater. Out in the heat, tired and exhausted. Walking their paths, with their own motives. Struggling through it, until the glimpse of a shade. A definite time, measurable journey and limited aid. An old tree with each leaf so defined, Exhibiting it's power to render a cool shade. And, hadn't they walked bravely enough, To rest under it and converse to get closer? "I want to gather the power to complete the journey" Her aim was well defined like the leaves, His was like the waters in the roots, "I want to go up, to my maker."

I saw others on the branch too, they were there to fly, I was there to learn, to practice and try. They all have 2 wings, I didn't have the other, I resisted for a while, but, then, I recalled mother. All I wanted to convey, was that I was wholesome, It was no misery, no laughter stock, And, the time had come! I stumbled, I admit, I tried and I failed, Yet with mom as my other wing, Strong I was hailed! Again and again, I did try, I fell, I got up, Trying to touch the sky! Seeing others on their own, I did back down, Only to come back again, with more motivation and less of a frown. Stumbling, falling, getting up, went on for years, Till one day I could fly Leaving behind all my fears. I flew silently, But it was a loud gesture, No one spoke that day, covered in silence's vesture Yet everyone heard, What no one spoke It was in the air beneath my wings, And it's effortless strokes. I was independent, That's what they hea...

As the first drop of sun Poured down from the fluffy clouds, It was the time to spread my wings and fly off without a doubt.  All the birds twitched their tails As they prepared for the flight And one by one they soured high in the sky, But my wings were coiled tight. I was different from them all, 'Injured' as they called me. So, couldn't I fly I asked mom, "Was I going to live differently?" And all the birds did come, They flocked around me, Some mocking some grieving But none could help, absolutely no body. I didn't want any tears, Neither any mocking, It was simply my fate, My path on which I was walking. I did surrender once, With agony, distress and despair, Without any independence, any freedom, Why always with tender care? Why was I treated that way? Always so differently! By everyone except my mother Who has her faith in me.  She made me do everything,  that other birds did independently, So couldn...

Circulating fan. Dim lights. Silent air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she, "But, I don't want to end up in this suffocating room! I want to taste nature before I leave. I was born out of it, I'll die with it!" And, she steps out of her house, into the bright, soft sunshine. Slowing walking, and expressionlessly observing. She carefully crosses the road as she wants to have the sole right to kill herself! With her knife in her pocket, she heads to the park which was blessed with unfrequented visits. She takes the mere bench there and tries to relax. Three deep breaths and a long sigh. Hovering butterflies. Bright sunshine, Fresh air, And a knife. "I want to die. I cant take it anymore!", says she "Okay, I think it's the right time." One last time, she stares at the beauty of the nature, unnoticed by most due tot he fast life of today. The glimmering pond, and happy flowers give h...