Drifting through my open mind-Where thoughts flow free

Why shed a tear for one not worth the salt? Anxious for one not worth a halt? Took my heart out Ripped it to shreds. I Wiped it with tears Tied it with threads Am not alone Sad and forlone Look at my life It's talking to me Singing a song As my spirit flows free.

Th e little bird sighed, “Oh me, oh my!   How they will laugh if I try to fly.   If I flutter and flop, or tumble and fall,   Will the creatures all laugh at me, clumsy and small?”       But the sun shone down with a kindly face   “Just try and soon you will fly with grace.”   The bird practised hard never minding to fall,   And now the great eagle flies highest of all. Paul King Continuing my story from where I had left it..I studied in a newly 'autonomous' college with good resources. Being in the capital was an advantage. Moreover, I was studying a subject that was relatively new in India,but I got 'uhmms' and discernable 'tchchs' from uncles who were doctors and engineers. It wasn't "Science' or a B.Tech! Really! neither did I care, nor did my parents. I had a great time at college. I attended all classes!(in an Arts course, students consider it against the rules to do so!), we were a great bunch of friends, who shopped and had meals ta the

Counting Stars" ONE REPUBLIC-COUNTING STARS [Chorus:] Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But, baby I've been, I've been praying hard Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars Yeah, we'll be counting stars [Verse 1:] I see this life like a swinging vine, Swing my heart across the line In my face is flashing signs, Seek it out and ye shall find. Old but I'm not that old Young but I'm not that bold And I don't think the world is sold I'm just doing what we're told And I I I I feel something so right by doing the wrong thing And I I I I feel something so wrong by doing the right thing I could lie, couldn't I, couldn't I? Every thing that kills me makes me feel alive. [Chorus:] Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be But, baby I've been, I've been praying hard Said no more counting dollars, we'll be co

I had never been told by my parents that certain forms of 'work' were not for girls or women. Infact, I had done most of the chores boys usually do around the house-like changing bulbs,painting,minor electical repairs,shopping,paying bills,running errands etc. To many of you, this may seem normal,but, I was brought up in a small town where 6 p.m. was curfew time in college,half the 'Nagar' or locality seemed like an extended family and girls in the neighbourhood knew which new dress I wore on which day to college😅. In a town like Bhubaneswar,most girls were to 'have' a 'degree',i.e. to be a graduate atleast. This rendered them suitable for marriage! The other lot included girls like me,who studied for the love of it. Graduation-the degree gave me a solid foundation for my future. We had very good teachers,but,I would have loved to study in LSR or DU. I made a promise to myself to get what's best in the next phase-Post graduation. Graduation in S

Am I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay? Am I wrong for saying that I choose another way? I ain't tryna do what everybody else doing Just 'cause everybody doing what they all do If one thing I know, I'll fall but I'll grow I'm walking down this road of mine, this road that I call home So am I wrong For thinking that we could be something for real? Now am I wrong For trying to reach the things that I can't see?