Freedom

Birds are very unique creatures.
The opulence to begin is a camaraderie with freedom,
'that' all of men, long and thrive for.
 No frontiers and lines to distinguish.
 A complete buffet of joyful rides served on a glittering platter by nature.

 Even if the melancholics dragged them back,
 could it be any easier to drift away with the mighty winds as your ally.
 To counter an inch of grey in case,
 they have a gallon of white and blue
 for grandeur's of the sky are their luxurious canvas to float.

 The ultimate quest for life, climate and food, takes them to far corners of the world.
 Words like migrants,their dictionaries cant follow.Their dictionaries must not afford.
 When the flight is a long voyage,troops are made rallying between points like marching
 armies.
 There are no murmurs or qualms to reach first, for mirroring oneself in each
 and other is what they know.

 Unlike humans,there is no race.Maybe they know they are not rats.
 On the move,the only thing that changes are the seasons.
 Constant remains the spirits and souls though.
 No religions,no malices,no disputes,no wealth.Only exist the clear sky and the clearer vision.

 Freedom at its full delight.will that be imperious?
 When the slog is for make-shift shelters in the wood where is the time for the swings in mood?
 The enemies are all figured out,the storms and the hunters there to bout.
 Still they ain't interested in fashioning vicious plots.
 Coz' in profound trance they lie, exploring the majesty and serenity that nature has to offer.

 conscience would have been at peace no emotions to handle and no limits to cease!!
 I wish, I could   be a bird.
 P.S.-In hope to understand the true definition of freedom first.

WildLife Theme

The truth is simple for these animals in the wild.
 Life is magnanimous per se but yet pious.
 They breathe every freshness this poetic ambiance has to offer
 and sink deep into Mother Earth's very shelter in harmony.
 They are Nature's sweet innocent children,
 and cruise early in the dawn on a joyful picnic.
 And as the dusk has arrived, the light is doing majestic tricks on this beautiful fellow.
 The back skin is vibrant and shining bright
 but the antlers goofing up in the shade.
 Maybe this plethora of colors at this hour is an ultimatum,
 how wild-life recalls its children from play.
 At this moment, it is in a trance and a pause,
 but more soever has identified that the play time is over and it's time to head back home.

Moment Of Realization

Its dark,far from the end yet.
Gutted,freaked,scathed,tamed
shocked and booted
but spirited,Yes spirited.
Ask shall you and wonder
how it makes a difference ?

The will to drive is yet to leave,
And till the time it is left
shall we not fight ?
Struggles and fears,
an enemy to defeat with thoughts and not spears.
But fight shall we with full monty,
not because it is needed,but since it is required.

Spirit and Hope saunter together in harmony,
like brothers in arms playing soccer beautiful on the weekend bump.
Happiness and fortune shining bright on them majestically.
Little do one reflect upon the poignancy,
they went through
while crossing the bridge to this other side of the spectrum.

 All but none,
want to bask in a marvellous somersault and the shine of the triumph,
yet lose in the ride glorifying the phrase 'just about to',
yielding to the tinker of as you call panic.
Missing out on the patience they'd just need,
maybe absorbing an irk of that gigantic second,
or just a tune more than a thud
that small and last minute atomic moment to prevail,
a little more of survival.

Alas, these little interventions give you the salvation.
One last true action that weathers you the storm and cross the line.
When its the darkest, lights will reach you,they must.
You believe and prevail
and thats what must be done.

Feets and Football (Manchester United) :The tale of the Ginger Prince

The season was 2011-12. Manchester United on a ride downhill. Injuries had only compounded salt to the wound. Ferguson's favoured formation of 4-4-2 was not materialising with the duo of Cleverly and Anderson in the midfield. The gap between the midfield and defence could see a daylight broader than the English channel. The whole pre-assumed plot was backfiring. The attacking mindset of Cleverly/Anderson was in the mix with the diminshing pace of Vidic and Ferdinand. In a nutshell, the tactics were not working. The ageing veterans in defence could not trod up the pitch with their inability to turn back while dealing with pacy counter attacks. The whole Trafford faithfuls were gasping with a sense of qualm. Suddenly rumours started circulating about Scholesy coming out of retirement. And then the gaffer confirmed it. But what could you say? Scholes was 37 years old and hadn't kicked a football for the last 6 months. It all seemed very rhetoric. 8th of January: The derby was set against Citizens, rising as powerful footballing giants, who would eventually go onto win that season. Scholes did not start the game but came as a substitue for about last 30 minutes. People were apprehensive. And why not? The first touch he had, he conceded the possesion in a crucial position. Was the gaffer's decision to re-call his old valiant soldier to services, too much reliant on the historical evidences? So much that he could not understand the fact that Scholes's skills have started to fade away over the years. Well anyways the decision seemed just a rhetoric one. But wait, that was only the first touch of a man making a comeback in a high tense derby. The second pass came a few minutes after. You would not fail to realize that the feets were settling in. In the shoes that he bought from a local store the other night. But yeah thats just a thing. The rest of the match as it unfolded was all about Scholes and his class.He sat deep with the whole United team venturing into the enemy's terrirtory. It was like a master playing orchestra on a beautiful romantic eve with his team of cherished musicians and singers. The passes were crisp and seamless. Decisive and accurate. Patient and exquisite. Well ofcourse, he was the Sat Nav. He made an impact on that match and for the rest of the season, decisively. This man was joined by Carrick and they formed a short lived but an amazing partnership for the rest of the season. United shifted to a possesion based football with Scholes marshalling the troops and feeding the ball from the centre of the pitch. For me it was a testament to a great player and a visionary manager, for atleast in the history of United. His numbers are astounding, comparable to anyone in the trait, but let us also talk about impacts like these.Trust me, there are many in his famed vigil. Club that with the appreciation he gathered over the years from the elite and contemporary legends of the game, and it just stamps upon the rare skills this man possesed. Let us ponder over the thought, that We do not understand it maybe. At the least, IMHO over-rated is such a tarnishing word for a legend like him. Happy Birthday Ginger Prince.