Fire

It seems so easy to give up ,so easy to buckle under the tension,so easy to crow down ,so easy to roll over and die ..... but it isn't as easy ,when u have a voice in your head calling u a coward for not having the strength to fight the tide .... it calls out ,to the last left ounce of self-respect in u ,to stand up –to be brave- to be yourself – to c the full strength of what u r able to achieve but lack the vision to see ,to understand ....
U r born with the ability to face anything that fate and God combined throw at u .... as a kid ,even putting your hand into fire would be just a new experience .... once u burn it though, u just get wary and next time around u devise a clever work-around to to probe into the fire without harming yourself .... but the desire to get closer to the fire ,to see, what makes it ‘tick’ , never dies out ... but as u grow older u wonder y question what u don't understand,just let it be ,y burn your hands ,does it really matter in the great schema of things if u find out y fire ‘burns’ ? does it matter when u have to put food on the table ?does it matter when u have to be responsible to others? Does it matter when u r trying to get ahead in that rat race ?
Do u ever look up at the sky when the sun sets ,trying to burn up the whole sky ? putting on the best show yet as it is drowning into sure death ! do u think of the brilliance of the riot of colors spread across the sky or does it just remind u that time is running out ..... y the defeated attitude ? y the feeling that life is slipping through your fingers and that u r not able to do anything about it ? y cant u listen to your voice –to your soul- y don't u get up?y don't u look around and realise the beauty that the world holds for u ? y don't u stand up and be a man! Y does another’s action inspire u only to die a premature death ? who but u can keep the fire within u going ?
Y give up ? don't die yet,put on your best face and put on the show that makes life seem more valuable than 50 years of study ,work and family ... do something that stands out as that beautiful pink streak across the sky when u look and realise that the sunset is indeed beautiful and can still take your breath away ....

Off into the deep blue skies ...

I look out the window and see a group of dragonflies all seemingly strategically placed for maximum impact just waiting to pounce.Their indicators are on , blinking systematically every once in a while. This is far more interesting than I had ever imagined. They are actually polite enough to wait for the one that arrived before them to attack. There is just one path that has to be tread to get into the war zone. I see the first one from France approach the road cautiously and then pick up speed and then zooooom and finally make an awkward leap into the air that makes it seem like an over sized insect making its first unpracticed attempt into the skies, flailing its arms and legs(figuratively speaking) wildly. and then it moves into the open skies that seem to welcome it and lets it spread its wings.This is the part where the gawky awkward being becomes a majestic graceful bird.I can look at it for only so long until the skies swallow it whole. The war craft has left the base.And while I was still taking this in, Italy jumped in pursuit of France, and it went through the same saga that its predecessor faced.One after the other, I saw a couple of ugly ducklings turn into graceful swans.Each being swallowed whole by the sky , riding off behind the cover of the clouds in search of its own destination.I really do have to admire the operations control, they know exactly the right second that the next guy is allowed, all of them seeming restless, just waiting to be off, placating all of them, co-ordinating with all of them from so many different countries , each speaking a different language. Finally, my dragonfly with majestic wings(mine's the prettiest by the way) went down the final path and took off from Charles DeGaulle airport.
and oh, I am on my way home !!!