Preserve Conserve Protect
To prevent
Annihilation

Trapped within limited space
Enclosed in the zoo
Awaiting as an exhibit

Feeling entrapped
Without
Worry of food

Freedom is lost
Exploring and enjoying
The wild life

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 25 April 2015 at 1:45pm

During my visit to the zoo with my family, I observe the animals that are brink to extinction. They are like exhibitions and I can feel the feelings of entrapment. Even I do not like the feeling of being trapped. This poetry is based on my observation and own experience of being trapped. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

So, here’s the thing.

What’s the best feeling you can have?

I guess, today I can answer. May be that is not that much of happy feeling for all of you. But as it is for me, so I need to share this with all of you.

The journey started in March, 2015 and this is April, 2015.

The journey of my Writing Blog, Here And Started Connecting My World With Bloggers From All Over The World!!

When I started my writing, I was not sure enough that I will stand ever this much with the world’s best bloggers.

I was clueless.

I was confused.

But still I am enough sure what I want to share.

I just had one thought when I started writing here.

I didn’t want to write any fictional stories or motivational things.

I just wanted to share the thoughts or feelings or views what life…

I’m awake, though my eyes are closed. The morning sun fills my bedroom. My eyelids flicker, and I resist welcoming the day. I lie in bed, my back stiff and sore from too much sleep, and carefully stretch as one false move can throw my back completely out of whack. Getting old is definitely a bitch, but I shouldn’t complain. I am healthy and active and despite the pain, I’ll be playing soccer in a couple of hours. I have to pee, but I linger in the comfort of my pillows and blankets. I want to give in to staying in bed all day, to feeling sad, to nursing heartache and just plain feeling sorry for myself. I will not.

I immediately switch my focus to thoughts of gratitude. Remembering my pledge to meditate at least five minutes every day, I begin conscious breaths, and review my mental list …

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
         Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the LORD.

“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
         So are My ways higher than your ways
         And My thoughts than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:8-9

God is too wise to be mistaken; God is too good to be unkind.

So when you don’t understand, when you don’t see His plan,

When you can’t trace His hand, trust His heart.

“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.” – Carl Sagan

There was a teenage boy who had been raised in a good christian home. He spent most of his life just trying to fit in. Trying to be what he thought everyone wanted him to be. But life has a way of being cruel and this boy developed some pretty severe mental illness. He was wired differently than everyone he knew and it seemed like no one could understand him. Everything that made him an individual was demonized and he tried so desperately to fit into the hive mind that in the end it was as if he did not exist. He despised himself because he thought that he was despicable before the eyes of god. There was a period of time that he desperately wanted to have an intimate relationship with this Christian god (the sort of relationship that everyone told him about). The church told him that god…