The cure to every void in us

In thought of growing in life and trying to be the best version of myself.
I took her for granted like every other of you,
I was speeding to the south with my thoughts speeding at the light wave,
It felt like the capture of my 22 years was done and now is the time to be a free bird,
I could have, but never realised it the excitement of the travel.
The chaos of my mind slowed down with the retarding speed of the journey.
It was a joyous moment of flying at a jet speed, but a grim lying inside with the varsity of having a shoulder to lie upon.
I was losing my zone of comfort with a slight excitement of meeting new people and learning new culture, new lifestyle.
An emotion that had no words….
No expression would have satisfied what my world inside felt.
Writing and capturing is always a part of life, like a bird flying and return back from the vast sky.
A bird spreading her wings to the open sky and inviting its pleasure of living at the end craves to reach back to its own place leaving its love.
Trying to build a nest making the place a heaven of life,
And yet, it missed its place to make the feel of heaven,
Marking a huge difference in me.
It indeed is confusing,
With no one call “ my love”, the little bird found its mate;
Yet the emptiness remained inside, failing to fill the togetherness.
Passing through the limitless sky, found a mother carrying her love on her back,
Paused the bird, at the ubiquitous love of the mother and stared losing its blink of the eye.
His though process took a flight then and the heart dominated his brain.
As it continued to stare his heart ran at the speed of light, reminding the power of care.
A power unseen but felt too deep, making the mighty bird fixed to the view that was out of the boundaries of living.
Making it realise the strength of the creation which is above the want of freedom and living in pride.
Forgetting the contrast of want and need and living in a world of ferity.
Viewing the comates around, the bird felt the ridicule of the world.
It felt the guild of the attitude to his mother,
Getting obsessed over growing in life, forgetting the time for his creator.
Hating for being put in a cage,.
Abandoning the master that nurtured the life,
After all the wise thoughts that went round the mind, the brave bird realised;
The colours in his feathers and the heights attained is all the credits of the master
The creator who build a cage to safe the young from the cruel world.
And as the speed slowed down, the heart calmed down, the thought of going back to his mother gave the strength to fly and faith to spread the wings high.
The little bird found solace wrapped in his mothers wings and see his void fill with ecstasy.