Birds of abandon

I visit a forest full of birds..

And lovingly seek to garnish each with my attention

They croon and they pout

And then they fly..in unison abandon of freedom-

The bird in my cage smiles when I ask it too

Crackles at my voice

And loves me at my bidding

And yet the blue skies they beckon me

To far off lands of fantasy & birds of wanton abandon....

© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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Moments

There have been times and moments when,
The urge to put every thing aside comes aloft my mind.
To be as free as the bird that sings,
It’s, swan- song from the skies above.

To move with total abandon, not to think,
No more secrets not even from one self.
To be as light as the wind,
To be like the soaring imaginations--------

Just to smile as I walk by
And count God’s blessings that,
I am free and free and alive.

To dance a jig on the crowded streets
That I am one of this huge congregation of humanity.
Big dreams do people dream,
But I have the urge,
For some such mundane pleasures,
That would fill my life, with joy unbound.

But things lie just as they are,
Still to be done, still to be felt,
Still to be experienced --------------------

© 2007 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury