Gently opening the eyes To the world great and wide Tall trees all around Beauty and life abound Wonder did the baby parrot The feel of the soaring skies Beat, it would it's tiny little wings Dreamy of the time it would conquer the sky like kings Grew the baby parrot handsome and tall But the wings were arrogantly small Flap and Flap it did Run, jump and hop maximum it did skid Shattered were the dreams Lost were the reasons to live it seems Ashamed it retreated deeper into the forest Hide away from other birds mocking and to rest The skies above lay unconquered Leaping from tree canopy now was absurd Little did the parrot know It's birth would create ripples far and wide Stories of the bird brought smiles For it was unique precious little species that does not fly Smile and behold the king of forest low For the parrot is Kakapo ...
Venturing from the lush green canopies of Sikkim To the land of Thunder Dragon The enchanted path led to the sleepy hollow... The gateway to the "land of Thunder Dragon!!!!" The trek down in Sikkim was a sort of running for time kind of affair. It was raining and the getting dark pretty fast! I still had 4-5 hours of journey remaining and 2-3 hours of light to cover it in. With approx. 3 feet wide slippery path ending in a cliff on one side, the trek was definitely going to be fun. Kept running almost the whole way with yes me slipping thrice... luckily I slipped in exactly right direction. LOL!!! Reached back to the town of Bagdogra... Next thing was to catch a train to Jalpaiguri so that I could get to the port of entry for Bhutan. Luckily I had a friend in Jalpaiguri with whom I could bunk for the night before leaving for Bhutan. I am on the station, ready to catch the train. As I was getting the general compartment ticket the guy at the ticketing window said I sho...
Groping we emerge from darkness of womb with a thought new in blazing inferno doomed let there be light aspirations, hopes surface with great stride in sight only to be lost in the world so blind all over an eye for an eye yet to find see we all the things around yet blind with lives so bound daring to call a color bright or slack when all there is only black pity those do we, having no eyes shrouded in darkness, help them we cry till our schedules do us part bound in our mental chains humans or bullock cart simple concept misunderstood we fought hoping for peace we fought running towards the night infinite searching for the eternal morning light ...
beauties...!!
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