Wings Of Change

Someone someday sang Wings of Change,
What did he say, I don't know,
What I know, that I grew wings,
I was flying on Wings of Change.

Time is constant, time ticks by,
Sand in the hourglass shuttles on eternally,
Tick, tock-tick, tock-tick,
Time is constant even when it flies by.

Words of wisdom come to my mind,
Everything changes. Nothing stays the same,
Change the only constant in life.
And I learnt that we fly on Wings of Change.

Onwards I fly on my Wings of Change,
My wings have no feathers; only time.
Like a digital clock, the numbers roll by,
And I keep on flying on my Wings of Time.

Amazing experience, flying is,
A thrill of a lifetime, maybe for lifelong.
When I go up, I'm happiest of all,
When I swoop down, my heart stands still.

I look around me, and I see people,
With similiar expressions like mine on their faces,
To me they look stagnant, but soon I realize,
With me they are flying on their Wings of Change.

Life goes on like a series of pictures;
Life is a quest for loved ones,
Some may find many, some find none,
As they fly by on their Wings of Change.

Does anyone realise that they are flying?
Do they know they have Wings?
"Yes!" comes a voice in my mind,
"They all know, what you know,
They know they are flying on Wings Of Change!"

"Oh!" the voice says, "Man is a man of a moment,
My Wings and man have a love-hate relation..." and the voice fades away,
We are all oppurtunists, always looking up,
As we fly by on our Wings of Change.

I know I'm flying on Wings without feathers,
With the digits on reverse, running out, running out,
But I want to stay here for a moment,
Stand with my feet on the ground,
Before I fly on, on my Wings of Change.

SILENCE

Silence is beautiful; silence is dangerous… silence is what one craves for; silence is what one runs away from. Silence soothes one’s soul; silence induces turbulence in one’s soul.
Silence placates one busy mind; silence scares one busy mind.
Silence makes you sane; silence makes you insane.

What is silence? Absence of sound? Or just absence? Is silence brought on by solitude? Or is it brought on in the midst of a crowd? Is silence just an absence of sound? Or is it the absence of thoughts, of emotions, of life?

What is silence? A boon or bane? A person who can hear... craves for silence; a person who is deaf… does he crave for sound? Or is he satisfied with the silence?

What is silence? A state of mind? Do we hear silence? Or is it the lack of hearing?

Silence drives one mad… makes him an outcast… throws him out of the society’s cage. Silence drives one mad… includes him in the society of elite… traps him in a cage… cage of his mind, his thoughts? Or maybe in the abscess, where thoughts are supposed to be.

Silence for one is reassuring; silence for one is unnerving.
The silence after a fight calms one down; the silence aggravates one more.


What is silence? What does it mean? When do we realize absolute silence?
When there is absence of sounds? Or when there is absence of thoughts? Or both?

Silence brings the warning of an upcoming storm; silence brings in the confirmation of the waning of that very storm.

What does silence mean? Does it try to say something? How can it say something? If it does… then is silence silent anymore?