THE FALCON AND THE TOUCH-ME-NOT








This world
May have a billion people;
But, my world has only a few,
I can count them on my fingers…
One, two, three… fifty… Maybe, hundred!
Yes, only so many.



My heart rejoices when Stars smile on my people…
And it sinks when a dark cloud passes.
I soar like a Falcon
When they cheer me on from the ringside…
And I sulk like a ‘Touch-me-not petal
When they ignore my presence.



Such is my world…
Such are my feelings…
Such are my aspirations, joys and sorrows!



There are mornings, I just can not step out of my house
Without saying a goodbye to my beloved…
And there are mornings, I wish I knew
How to say a goodbye
Even when my heart is as heavy as a mill-stone!




My world is the world 


I want to live…


I choose to live!

 
I see what I want to see…

 
I hear what I want to hear…


I speak what I want to speak!





Someone said that some days back,  
He was in Chandigarh and he froze in the cold nights!
Well, I heard what he said…
But, I never felt the cold he was talking about!
I had a lot of sunshine in my life!
And, just last night, this man was with me,
And we were experiencing one of the chilliest nights,
Here in Mumbai...
“Gosh! I can’t bear this!” I cried.
“Remember, what I said about Chandigarh?”
This man said with a pride of an Alexander-the-Great!
No, I did not really remember – 
Did not feel – the chill of Chandigarh!
My world was the cold wave of my city…
And my desire for warmth around this bonfire!



“The world is within me,” I am told by the Wise-men.
If so, the Seasons, too, must be within me…
The snowflakes and bonfire, too…
The flight of the Falcon
And the sadness of the Touch-me-not petal, too!



Another day…
Another world!



GERALD D'CUNHA


Pic.: Vivek D'Cunha

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Comments

SUPRIYA RAJESH said…
Felt very good reading it. Gerry, there is a lot of strength concealed in your beautiful writings. I am fortunate to have a friend in you. May God bless you.

= Supriya
February 10, 2012 at 12:00 PM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thank u Supriya... Felt good too reading ur comment!

Do help me this way.

Love,

GERRY
February 10, 2012 at 12:48 PM
Anonymous said…
GOOD afternoon dattu
THIS IS Priya. yes yesterday night i was telling to ivan about your article while watching the wedding Cd of ALwyn ..n he told me to post a comment ..so tat dattu wil come to know that ur reading his articles....
lovely aricles dattu i do read every day
love n regadrs from
priya ivan
February 10, 2012 at 1:19 PM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Hey Priya, what a pleasant surprise!

It reallys fills me with happiness... What a way we can remain connected!

Hope, u, Ivan and ur little angel are all fine out there...

Pl keep reading my posts and helping me out!

Thank u Priya for being there...

Love,

GERRY
February 10, 2012 at 1:30 PM
Anonymous said…
How do you write all this sir? I just can't imagine!!!

Just out-of-the-world stuff!!!

Thanks.

-- Shamak
February 10, 2012 at 1:35 PM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thank u Shamak... Glad my post help u.

Keep reading.

Love,

GERRY
February 10, 2012 at 4:00 PM
Vikas Prajapati said…
Thank you sir

Nice one..!!
February 11, 2012 at 1:59 PM
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks to u, Vikas.

Love,

SIR
February 11, 2012 at 2:22 PM
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