Dear God, I’m just a little bird, lost in rain;
Flying too close to the waters of the ocean,
Trying hard not to drop and drown;
I am someone waiting for you in pain.
I forgot from where I have come;
All directions now seem to be the same.
I can’t find my way back home,
I am someone who is loosing in this hide and seek game
I am flying in a black starless night;
It’s all dark, even inside my heart.
God, please shine a little speck of light,
I am someone who doesn’t know where lies a new start.
The cold winds you send, hit me in the chest,
The unrelenting rain doesn’t quench my thirst,
The gothic twisted clouds try to kill my zest,
The nature is fighting hard against me in this quest.
The bright thunders you send are blinding;
My wings, heavy and wet, are now tiring.
My heart and body are broken from this suffering.
Tossing and tumbling, my sense of control is now fading.
I never wanted to be the glorious bird that sings;
I never asked for any of the worldly things.
I never regretted getting caught up in life’s strings,
All I ever asked you was to give strength to my wings.
God, If you are determined to show your might,
If I was never meant to live through this flight,
If my destiny is to die alone in this unforgiving night,
Please fail my wings, before my will fails to fight.
Sometimes, you become so helpless that you can no more feel like your life is in your control. Life just flows around you like a river. It turns so often and mocks you every time it turns.
You reach a state in which you are neither swimming nor sinking, and you are so immersed in your own thoughts that you’ll not even notice if you are drowning…
You don’t have the energy to swim upstream to fulfil your dreams nor do you have any destiny that you know to go elsewhere… and you stay suspended in a bubble of your own, breathing and exhausting yourselves with your Being.
You wish that you could just flow along with the river of life… but you can’t, as you are anchored deep down…and you know that you are too weak to break that and free yourselves.
The river tugs you and pulls you all the while, never letting you sleep … and that’s when your heart dreams of all the good things that could have happened if you ever listened to it.
The only thing that you can do is cry and let the river of life take the tears along with it…or wait for a storm to free your soul.
And that’s when you start liking the emptiness and solitude.