The Bird in the Cage

Caution: Mostly incoherent blabbering follows.

What will you rather be, a bird with its wings chopped off or a bird in a cage? The question is not really about freedom. I am thinking more on the lines of hope versus despair,  frustration vis-a-vis helplessness. The bird inside the cage has the hope that one day it might get free but in the meantime it has to live in constant agony and yearning. Every passing day makes him feel all the more despondent and desperate to break free. The promise that the open skies hold for him becomes his greatest grief. As for the other bird, he can do nothing. The great expanse of the blue canvas overhead is nothing but a mirage for him and so he adapts to live with his reality. He has no false hope. He is not condemned to ruin his present thinking about what the future can be. He is quite literally grounded in his reality. He may be crippled but once he accepts that as a fact, it ain’t that bad.

Hope is what we all live for, live with. But what if the hope itself turns out to be an illusion? What if the bird one day gets free, flies away, only to get frustrated with the big bad world and come back to the cage in the evening. One can not be sure whether the thing that she/he is hoping for is what she/he really wants. Or what if the bird gets killed the day he comes out of the prison or worse still finds his wings chopped off ?

7 responses to “The Bird in the Cage

  1. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.

    Hope this gives peace to ur mind

  2. Caution: More incoherent blabbering follows 😉

    One could go on and on about the virtues of hope and the perpetual confusion of the blessed confounded mind. You have answered most of the questions in this rhetoric yourself. I have but one observation.
    When things are bad we take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And funnily enough, when they actually are, we find hope in the thought that since things are so bad they can only get better (by actually getting better or by just putting that final period to all miseries, which would, again, be considered ‘getting better’). It’s the Sisyphean cycle we’re stuck in, this hope and despair situation.
    Reminds me of one of my own poems- “mar chuka hu main par ab tak wo sulagti aas bhi hai”

    Take care

    • I always knew it will take a dark post somehow related to death to get ‘Kirti’ to comment on my blog. 😛
      and as always let me distort your beautiful poetry….

      mar chuka hu main par ab tak wo sulagti aas bhi hai
      jee raha hoon par darr hai ki maut kahin paas hi hai….


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