The ONE Thing

What's the one thing that you will, like to do one day,  

Write a book, start a company, or stage a play?

If you do it well and good, all else will be a cakewalk, 

You would be able to pay your bills, and be the town's talk.

Can you narrow it further, what would it take,

To identify a subset, that in five years you can make. 

Is it writing the first few chapters, start moonlighting on the job,  

Your first year's broken down goal- to distinguish from the mob.

 

What's the one thing this week, whats the one thing today,

What's the one thing this moment, to make this count as a day.

Write the title of your story, choose your company's domain name,

Take the fist step towards achieving, focus tightly your aim. 

You ask me to do one thing, and ignore the other flames,

My heart is not mortgaged to thee - it has hundred claims. 

A Free Guy

Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains, 

We are creatures of circumstances, or so the author claims.

Conforming to the society, we are shaped by the invisible hand, 

Sometimes we yield freedom, sometime its taken by the law of the land.  

We trade our freedom, for bread on the table,

Are left behind in the race- a dark horse in the stable.  

Injured, not whole, we blindly keep following the herd, 

Abdicating responsibility and freedom, with a stone we kill 2 bird. 

Can we really have freedom, have a power to shape? 

Be more than our instincts, be more than an ape? 

Or are we subdued by civilization, with a veneer so strong, 

That exerting our freedom, would seem oh so wrong.

But today I realized, with a sudden gleam,

I have the last of human freedom- the freedom to dream!

I Know Why The Trapped Fish Shines

A question that haunts me, day and night, 

Can I escape this world, of aqua and white? 

Should I stay content, and never roam, 

Or fulfill my yearning, for seas unknown?

 

But what if I am set, accidentally free, 

Can I find my route, towards the vast sea? 

My fins are weak, and though I daily pined, 

I was limited to this tank, have remained confined.

 

The dream of freedom, a current I chase, 

But this tank is my only, safe and familiar place. 

The weight of this dream, is pulling me down, 

I keep swimming in circles, and live without renown.

 

Today, however,  I saw in the aquarium's glass,

That I'm shiny and golden and of a different class.

PS: This was written in conjunction with chatGPT. I asked chatGPT to convert the poem 'Setting the Birdie Free' to fish from bird and then played around with the output and refined it a lot.

Setting the Birdie Free

Caged from birth, can I fly?

Is a real question- Zero reasons why, 

I should be smug, and venture into the wild, 

Are my feathers strong, I've been limited as a child!

Even if you were, to set me free,

Would I be able, to climb the tree?

You've irreparably damaged, broken me for life,

Cant even escape this life- in the cage no thorn or knife!

Freedom to fly, is a mirage I chase,

This cage has become, my comforting safe space, 

The weight of that dream, is crushing me down,  

Going through the motions- on my existence I frown!

Today however, I set the birdie free,

Realized I could sing, pour my heart, and just be!!