Recycle Being

I am
There­fore I breathe
I am
There­fore  I live

To live or not
That is the ques­tion
To breathe or not
That is the dilem­ma

Moments of pan­ic
That are trag­ic
I am lethar­gic
There’s need of some mag­ic

To be sta­ble

I am hurt
But I won’t be curt
The sit­u­a­tion does hurt
Who’ll clean up the dirt?

I will try
Not to cry
It’s about time
For me to fly

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  • Very poignant Mahen­dra.
    Yep, it’s time for you to fly!!

  • Wel­come back and fly you will!

  • Lay­ee hayaat aaye kaza le chali chale,
    apni khushi na aye the, na apni khushi chale’
    Very touch­ing Mahendra.Welcome back.

  • Wel­come back Mahen­dra
    and on to the fly­ing club 😉

  • Wel­come back! It has been a long wait

  • nev­er under­es­ti­mate the results in the knowl­edge of “its time to fly”.

  • trisha

    hi I love this poem of urs(and ur film reviews too),and I come back here to read it often, since I cant take it back wth me,am link­ing it at my space hope thts ok wth you?am a new blog­ger, so am not very famil­iar wth blog­ging etqte.if am tresspassng,let me know, wd detach immdt­ly. thx

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  • Thanks all for the feed­back!

    Nita, She­faly, Priyank, Arun: I’m glad the poem ‘reached’ you.

    Barn­god­dess: Very true. Your words are actu­al­ly quite inspi­ra­tional.

    Pre­rna: Kyaa baat hai! Waah!

    Trisha: No prob­lems. You can link to my posts as long as you like, pro­vid­ed you keep acknowl­edg­ing the cred­its.

  • Mar­i­ja

    I was touched!

  • Mar­i­ja: Thank you.