Crowded still individual...Only if we understood

On a clear day I looked up to see,
Oh what a lovely sight it would be,
They all sit on that wire together and one may not feel there is more to see,

One may feel they are nothing but just a flock as can be, but I see a serenity in the life they live free...
On the wire it is a sight always for me which speaks of bond in a group and one you would want to be,
Even if closer yet space there for each other,
A sense of calm and probably there is some sense of order...

Chaos always leads to a problem no matter how much sense it might later, we human beings know it better that others...

Oh how much does the nature tries to tell us,
But we have closed our eyes and ears,
We don't see how to live together, yet we speak how socially brilliant species we are,
We can't tone down our arrogance for once, cause we have believed for ages how brilliant we are, 
But somethings are learnt by observing other than who we are,
Somethings are meant to be absorbed in this nature than just impart..
The colours didn't speak the story of how strong the message was,
The message is clearer in the picture itself which should be there in your mind now,
you see the birds on that wire, you see them together but still they are by themselves,
We all need each other but ourselves too,
We are in a crowd but we are an individual too...

Solitude

What is solitude,
Nothing more than a look at yourself,
In a light not shone by someone or for someone,

When you tread your path and look at what your each step bring you,
When the sun is for you and not for the world to see from your eyes,
When the stars are your companions as the night falls by,
When its not just a search for yourself but knowing that you have you,
When time is not to understand the complexity of world around you, 
but to understand the complex person you have inside you,

When the joy is not for sharing with every person you know, 
but to make you happy and knowing is that really what makes you smile,
When the calm is not as calm and rush is not that paced,
When what world thinks is not what you would capture,

When the web of social norms don't matter and you look at your soul bare,
When these moments with yourself, tries at the least to tell you what you are,
Probably that's what solitude is, but it might be different for you or you or you with whatever you are.....