they filled the skies
with strange geometrical formations
that my human mind could not grasp
fly away my child
I said in a soft voice to my youthful self
stuck in an infinite loop of day to day
week to week month to month routine
they filled the skies
with strange abstract forms
that reminded me of meanings I could not fathom
flying away from my current situation
situated in a never-ending series of unfolding events
that just goes beyond my grasp
fly away my child
I tell my youthful self
as I see the world burn
the commodification of everything
how cheap life has become
the most precious yet
yet
yet we are stuck in the loop
that does not end
and I tell my youthful self
fly away my child
because this is not what it is all about
Postscriptum, or Is This Life?
With so much political instability in our so-called globalised world, it is easy to question the worth of it all. We have erased so many differences and culturally significant things to sell the same product to everyone across the world that even the slightest protest feels like a losing battle. Thinking about all of the stress we put ourselves through for nothing in the end, it is again easy to question the worth of it all. But this is not something to be worried or negative about as it is in fact liberating. It releases so many things from being locked up behind the shadow of worry. I always think about the quote attributed to Jim Carrey (if he really said it is up for debate, but the sentiment of the quote is still worth mentioning):
When you truly don't care what anyone thinks of you, you've reached a dangerous level of freedom.
And this is why it is so liberating to relinquish the stress that holds us back when we realise the world can change overnight.
In any case, I hope that you liked the poem and the photographs of these beautiful birds flying away.
Stay well, and happy reading.
All of the writings are my own unless stated otherwise. The poetry is also my own creation. The photographs are my own, taken with my Nikon D300.