The country,
whose identity is its people,
and its diversity.
The country who fought for its own freedom.
It is the largest democratic country.
The country who have never harmed.
The country whose whole body flows
with religious beliefs.
The country which maintains spirituality.
The legends whose footmarks are the
road we follow.
The country had shown how non-violence
is the key to success.
The country who is selfless.
The country believes in what we believe.
And it said,
Freedom for my country,
and freedom for my people.
And so it's my country India.
For whom i am so proud.
My country, where everyday is an
Independence Day.

What is this?.
Can I understand.
Is this something beyond me.
People will think I am a fool.
Why am I not understanding it.
What's happening.
Am I not concentrating in it.
I should run.
I am shy, I can't answer.
I don't know.
What to do.
I am getting scared...

And suddenly my soul came out.
I was shocked,
my hands were shivering.
My soul spoke to me.
Told me that,
'It is your fear, that is eating up your confidence' .
Go back and speak up your mind.
Go back and fight against your fears.
I don't have the confidence to answer back, to
fight, and to learn.
I am fool.
My soul told me ' that's it,
you got it. You got that you have the confidence but you
don't know'.
My soul went away.
My mind and my heart were telling me to go.
I went to **** my fear.
To speak in front of people.
To open up my feathers to the world.
I got that confidence,
that was hiding from me for so many years.
And lastly, I remember that
That fear that would wake up everyday, everywhere.
My tears that falls on the ground everytime.
Now that my confidence has come to my way,
I am feeling my night as a day.

To the unknown street I am standing
For the extended life I am crying
Hating the way I am living
The flower that blossoms everyday
and wither very quickly
To the unknown people walking around
Crossing me everywhere
I am like the red light
Nothing to do and stopping myself to do
My colors are not showing up the world
My feet doesn't move forward
I am a red light
Standing alone,
saying 'stop' to myself
To the unknown street I am standing.

She is sitting on the couch,
and telling her story.
I am listening.
She tells a story of herself.
Crying and smiling.
My tears are falling down.
But I am jotting down.  
She makes me  cup of coffee.
And sits down to finish her story.
She tells about a girl,
with long hair.
She was ugly,
but became pretty.
Her mom was rude.
But she was kind.
She was ...
At last she finished her story.
My notebook was with full of tears,
and with full of emotions she told me .
She told me not to tell her story to anyone.
And I kept her words.

The bird who stared at me,
all day long.
Never thought of releasing him.
I was selfish.
I didn't knew his emotions.
He cried and
I smiled at him.
He was alone.
But I had friends.
He wanted to go out but couldn't.
But I was roaming around.
I was outside.
He was inside.
He couldn't feel the air.
But I can feel it.
A rainbow came for a while.
And he wanted to see it for a while.
I could see his happiness but
not his emotions. Why?
He was closed in a small cage.
I loved him.
But he hated me.
I know why.
He wanted to go out,
and lock me in the cage.
But I didn't want to lose him.
But I thought that,
if I love him than
I should see him in a happy place.
So I did release him,
of not thinking anything.
He flew up in the sky,
telling me bye bye.
I waved at him,
telling I loved him.
He flew with his friends.
He was happy and also
I was happy for him.

Darkened  clouds hold my hands
to take me to a ride .
I will fall to the earth ,
so she hold my hands  .
She tells me a fairy tale .
Which will take me to the heaven .
She sings me  a song in a way  I could
love it .
I fly over  earth ,
And dance for a while.
The first time I feel my way
that have full of lives .
My hair moves and
i feel the air .
The darkened clouds
tell me a story
that  makes me happy .
I am in my own way,
to  heaven above .
I will miss my home ,my earth
where I took my birth .
But the journey to the heaven ,
is like a travel in an aeroplane.
Going forward to make a new life ,
In the heaven full of lights .
And lastly I wish I could stay ...

When the world starts to look at me ,
I feel they want to hit me .
I think they don't love me .
They say 'no place and job for you' .
And I want to say...
I want your love and support .
So that I can make this world new
and beautiful .
I want to feel the presence of myself .
I don't want you all to remind me who I am .
I know myself .
Don't judge me .
Don't make me feel bad .
Don't ignore me .
Don't think I am a dirt and
don't hate me .
'Cause I don't want to hate you .

I look through the window,
to the beautiful world.
As I was staying away from the sun.
For so many days and years,
I was alone,
in a small room.
Nothing to eat
and nothing to care about.
The world forgot me.
Even I don't remember.
I can remember the smell of the nature,
the smell of the food coming out from the neighbors.
My skin used to be smooth
But now without having a bath,
my skin turned out like zombies.
Sometimes I think it's a dream.
But it will never be a dream.
This is a huge world.
And I think I might someday lost in this huge world.
I had to lose my job because of the unnecessary stuff people use to say to me.
Because of my looks,
people used to ignore me.
I think the zombie's will soon be going to ignore me.
I think my skin colour match with them.
But I dont care nowadays.
And I don't care what people say to me.
And I am now free to live.
And I see the world with other style.
So now people are seeing me in the other way
in the way I like.