So here I’m utterly confused how to start!! I spent around an hour only to decide if the name goes in tune with the things I wanted to share through this blog! It’s not that I am fully convinced that I would do enough justice to the plight of this legendary bird but I’m sure I’ll plead his case like a ‘ DEVIL’S ADVOCATE ’(A title which I contemplated for this blog for a few minutes before an outright rejection).
Trust me, this bird has healing powers and no I’m not stating what happened to Harry Potter only. How many times have you yourself been cured and healed of your wounds by someone whose tears indeed have had healing powers? None ? Huh! So true...Now check this- Have you ever been able to heal a person’s wounds just by being yourself? Now to that it’s a sure ‘YES’. If not sure-shot but deep down inside you do feel it has to be a ‘YES’…
Now the earlier paragraph wasn’t intended to show that we humans are mean or frivolous but only to say that we may not be immortal but we are that Phoenix which takes pride in itself, which takes pride in its tears even before the tear drops fall into the wounds let alone cure. A phoenix the Greeks won’t be so proud of...
Don’t be demoralized! There are some stories you might find interesting!
Take my friend who was literally torn into pieces by his favorite professor in a technical viva (because he couldn’t answer a few questions even though he had good grades!) and told that he is disgrace to his parents and his university only to top in the very next semester. Well trust me this professor was crying during the viva and his teardrops fell exactly at the place he intended. When I shared this with my friend he denied it only to convince me that I was so correct.
But don’t forget this friend who rose from ashes! Guess who the real Phoenix is! One who rises again or one who heals?
America was established in 1776, a year that adds to a '21', to begin her national life, at the conclusion of which she was to physically return to ashes. Out of these ashes the new Phoenix was to arise, producing the final form of government, the global New World Order. And with all due respect to world’s oldest democracy I don’t see this new world order!!
So where did it all go wrong?
Now we are humans!!’To err is human’. If your sole motive was to be reborn again, I’m sorry but you won’t be a phoenix ever. If your sole motive is to burn yourself like the lamp only to provide light to others, you will need some help to re-ignite you and you can’t be a phoenix because it rises from itself and by itself. So what to do?
All we need is a simple diagnosis of what we intend to do! It’s imperative that you want to be a ‘Phoenix’. Now don’t think otherwise! I can read your mind and it is a valid assumption. So don’t ever let the phoenix inside you crucify! This life is conspiring for decades to do so. All you can do is be ready to let your tears flow whenever demanded. Yes you will die but why now? Please note that it takes some time to be born again as a Phoenix!
Maybe I went wrong! But don’t worry this ‘Phoenix’ will rise again..
hey da.........i get da feeling of sum frustration nd of failure reflected in dis column........my iews mite be misoplaced or even grossly wrong.........but i am seeing dem surfacing in da glorifiaction of the bird.....
ReplyDeletebeing a da-i hav no business but to agree 2 my bro!! glorification-yes!,frustratn-i'm not so sur..
ReplyDeletewell to that defination of phoenix i wud say a winner is not d one who runs or wins d race rather d one who runs even after falling dats a way to b reborn now dia poem is my way of epitomosing a phoenix
ReplyDeleteDark were my every road
There were days when I preferred heavenly abode
I dared never to close my eyes
So that unfulfilled dreams could bid me goodbyes
Lost was every vision of hope
Life seemed to descend through steepest slope
Day vanguard with defeat
Reminiscent of the agonies to repeat
Why was the world lost?
Was it a signal for another holocaust?
Why did my yells go unheard?
Solitary I became as my rights were deferred
Victories were lilies of a day
Lost self confidence fervent dismay
Was I born to loose?
A life slapped with unanswered questions seemed to stay
Tired of this treachery my eyes closed
My legs faltered but my sword rose
As a masked man laughed aloud
I murmured, “Defeat was all my story about”
“I’ll stand tall
Even after a hundred times I fall
I’ll bear every pain
Cause a battle is not all about winning the game
I’ll never cry and show them my tears
Yeah! They’re precious, loosing which I fear
Trophy is a winner’s toast
I’ll work hard so that at the end I too can boast
Winner is not only the one running the whole race
Rather the one who raises tall after falling and enduring disgrace
I had fallen deep
But now I’ll stand victorious on the pinnacle of the tallest heap”
I sat shocked with these chants from the masked man
I wiped my tears and doubted, “rise, can I!”
As I rose, I beheaded my opponent with my sword
Then towards the masked man my horse rode
Unveiling the mask, I saw his face
Dumbstruck I was as I tried to work out the maze
The masked man was my mirror image
But self confidence and hope unlike me, his vantage
My eyes then opened wide
Oh God! I knew the reason for being on the loosing side
I now pledged that from failures I’ll never shy
And that was the day with relief I closed my eye
Confidence in me gave a fresh lease to life
I smiled even after failures infinite
I knew now that I had wings to fly
And after every failures I’ll renounce to a new high
true the day we realize that we are our own strength,the specie called 'losers' would be extinct
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