Climbing Change

An old bird in an open cage, will she fly for the freedom?

A tired horse on a no oasis land, will he rush for the water?
Change is hard.

When you say you have a reason perhaps you are saying it with a half heart.

A yesteryears poetess is feeling like a nervous bride. No one is applauding for her even when the bartender says ‘Its our last drink! call’. When will she say good bye?

Old men and his ripped old fish net are basking around for their last fish catch. There are no winter tides, when will he say it was my last try?

When you say, you don’t want it to be the same, you are lying
Coz when the time is there where you have to change
You just want it to stay………Stay!!

Stay for the hour
Stay for the minute
Stay for a moment
Till you recover

Coz...Change is hard ..Hard as you could'nt imagine!

You are leaving your town, an old dusty town. Your mood could be on high, your spirit must be on sky. But your heart is sad, deep down somewhere its wet. Do you really know your heart?

An aged fireman on his last assignment, an old building caught in flames.
Will he try for the way-out?

Feeling in lines, caught up in fire
Will he try...for the way- out?


When you say you want to be free. Is there any house left where you want to get in
When you say you don’t want it to be the same, you are lying
Coz when the time is there where you have to change
You just want it to stay………….Stay.

Stay for the hour
Stay for the minute
Stay for a moment
Till you recover



Coz...Change is hard

As Hard ....as you could'nt imagine!