Shackled to chains, some imaginary, some real, some imposed and some conditioned...I lived in my own little world.
Dreaming and never really trying. Content and not really very happy yet, believing so. Acknowledging the discontent within, observing the chains tightening to the point of suffocation.
Seeing the birds flying in the wide and open sky....wanting to be one...holding myself back, unexplained fear of what lay beyond.
Every thing happens when the time is just right.
And the Universe conspired - a gust of wind...strong enough to blow away all that confined me. And, I was born.
nothing is random....everything happens when the time is right...i def agree with that statement....like the rebirth there in the end as well janu
ReplyDeleteI could relate to the lines so much and so beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteSometimes that gust of wind is all that's needed to be born again. :)
ReplyDeleteNice.
a very introspective analysis. well written :)
ReplyDeleteI could feel myself through the lines..
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad the Universe conspired, Janaki, but you accepted to be a willing co-conspirator and that's what makes a difference too!
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