the leaves move fleetly as they're playing with ease..
tiny curls of dust twist on footpath in stylized fashion
clouds congregate like crowds in a feast with a great passion.
soon a flash of light is seen and rumble is heard from sky
my daughter glances gleefully from window with wonder and sparkles in her eye..
She says- sky has got a strong headache with cold and fever..
He is having a sore throat that makes him grumble and shiver..
With rise in temperature it is getting wild on earth's crest..
Birds are flying hurriedly and fearfully towards their nests..
Big drops of rain gushed forth and my daughter is wet in no time.
I called her to change her shirt but she is lost in rainy rhyme..
A big flash of lightening and a loud drumming of thunder outcries..
Soon she rushed and embraced me hard squeezing her eyes..
Poor pigeon is foiled of
everyday's struggle for body
and where soul has fallen shy
he has no solace in heart,
on the shared earth
disappointed from his blazing life
desperate and dysphoric pigeon flies high
of everyday's cooing, feeding and breeding,
aye has set up for the sky..
From a greater height he looks at the earth
it goes far and far from his sight
far from his bird connection
and his restless life.
what he intended is all with him
vastness and bareness of sky all for him
Alone he would celebrate abundant freedom
and a lonesome status of mirth..
Yet, poor pigeon losing his strength having roved much
tired his wings and pale his face
he has the sky with him but no place to rest
In the unknown abysmal sky only truth is the mighty sun
too cruel to blaze his existence whole
Seeking for refuge of kinship and his rebirth,
desperate and dysphoric pigeon is flying down
of cruel bareness, blistering solitude and his misery,
aye has set up for the earth..