A wronged little parakeet…
Lost in the south..
It flew and fought..
The unwarranted bout..
With blood that flew..
The anger that fluttered…
In her veins.. were memories..
She flew, fought.. shuddered…
The silly little bird..
With wings broken..
And no life left..
Yet dreams strapping..
It flew with all the might it had..
And flew despite of a heart now scarred..
Strength..it did take.. to fight the winds..
Yet happy it flew.. with a soul so sad..
The springs spelled drought..
And the suns chilling..
Snow would be better..
Any true offering…
Moving on.. moving alone..
The parakeet.. a spirit of stone..
The parakeet.. lost..now lone..
The parakeet.. bereft.. broken
Moving on… moving alone..
And blood overtook..
And mind gave up..
And life now weak..
Dreams gave up…
And sprite overtook..
And heavens gave up..
And heart now weak..
Hopes gave up...
Another storm..
An unfair call..
With deities opposed..
A prophecy to fall …
The ground now near…
The doom day clears..
And life no special..
With dreams vague .. with hopes mere
The average little parakeet
nothing special..
nothing much to boast about...
the normal little being..
with broken wings..bloodshot eyes..and a tale of suffering
and as she flew..
she lost more air...
she should now stop..
she wouldn't dare..
another mile..
the parakeet smiles..
i'll make the best of whatever is life..
she flew now..
harder than was allowed..
muscles teaming up with nerves..
and flew as heavens frowned..
no..
her doom has already been ticked ..
the clock now broken..
sand dial tricked...
stop her..
this whore..
this fiend..
this sprite..
stop her..
she challenges..
his heavenly might
and a spell was casted..
some words poured on..
the parakeet fought..
they brought her down..
a thud then followed..
she struggled for breath..
some kings marched by..
she was trampled to death..
the parakeet was wronged..
i dare say why...
the parakeet lay dead..
looked down the victorious sly...
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my heart now pains..
this saga of stains...
of blood so special..
and dismay instead..
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her carcass now stared and staled
as i sit down.. she lay there failed
with wounds wide open..
mocking my peace..
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the parakeet lost..
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i did deceive
8 comments:
sudden light befell ..from the heavens
the angels descended with heart so heavy
they leaned onto the carcass..
the spirit was still alive
her eyes were closed in calmness so obstreperous
the fight never ended for her
the wicked smile in the sky faded away
the heaven did loose a brave warrior
she fought her way in and out
the earth was at peace again to have what was her's
and even though i said something else over the phone,the way yashasvi ends it makes it better,in a way..it does not seem disjoint..
thanks my way of seeing things....
it's her creation...so i kind f TRESSPASSED....
i'm srry fr tat..
nd thanks solitude blessed if u liked it...!!
ahem.. tarsy phone par she said.. log har cheez ko happy kaheko kar detey hey .. :p now abhi dekho.. :p doesn't seem disjointed :p
@tars.. yeah..liked your end as well..INFACT LOVED THE entire angel concept :p.. but anyway.. a dead bird.. is my ending ;) and happy bird is what you deserve naa :)
thank you so much ..both of you :)
for reading and pouring in your valuable inputs :)
AB TUM DONO BHEE DAALOFY NEW STUFF :)
<3 guru niki :)
faadu poem...
from toota toota ek parinda to its death
expressed with adept imagery and meaningful rythm... and death is the best way to end such poems as it opens a doorway in the mind to think more...
http://www.poeticpiss.wordpress.com ... if you :P
@shiva.. thank you so much .. :)
i was just too pissed off at that time...
chup ho ja beta tu :p
Guru... Muaaaaah :p
How's u'r mood now :p
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