Birds from Heaven – no stray

Birds from Heaven – no stray

music of the morning kissed the breeze
as soft warm rays of the sun woke up the birds
flowers bloomed to the songs being sung
branch of the trees were being danced upon
pigeons, sparrows, there were humming birds
making merry, bringing life to the earth
a magical sight for my eyes to witness
I wondered as I stood in my balcony
how could they hold such power divine
to make me feel so pure, pious
would be unjust to call them stray
they surely were the birds from heaven

in response to write on the prompt of Stray Birds by my dear friend ZeroCreativity0

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Musings

Musings

a feather in my hand

I let my imagination

kiss the rainbow

lying on the earth shyly

I welcome thoughts

to come

make love to me

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The Circle of Life

The Circle of Life

In response to the daily word prompt.. Transformation

emerging …. fading

standing up …. at times bending

smiling …. weeping

building up …. shattering

holding …. abandoning

healing …. bleeding

consuming the knowledge …. sometimes ignoring

mine ….  yours …. characters performing

a play called …. the circle of life

transforming us from soil to souls

melting our souls ultimately to soil

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My Earthen Piggy Bank

My Earthen Piggy Bank

the time presents itself to me

promised to reward yet another blow

so dearly i treasured them till now

all my pennies are ready to go

abandoning me of their hold

loosening me of the comfort

to offer bread to my children

there –

my earthen piggy bank just hit the ground

so dear are those broken pieces to me

i gather the pennies in my hand

soon to be freed of my possession

then –

the broken piggy bank stares at me

its eyes dull yet hopeful as they said to me

i loved containing those pennies in me

utilize their worth for you have to, today

and tomorrow, you must promise to fix me

for i desire those pennies to be mine once again

i crave for them to fill me

 

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the bunny

the bunny

hours of a day

that i spent

sitting in my chair, holding the bunny

that was once held

by a child in my dreams

soft long hair, hugging her face

her flawless eyes, filled with pain

her tiny heart struggling to push

the flow of her blood to her veins

as she spoke, she never complained

as the hours that she was rewarded

not long enough

she held her bunny pressed against her chest

consoling for the loneliness

time shall bring soon enough

for the bunny would no more be held

by the beautiful child

but me

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Music of his Kind

Music of his Kind

she entrusted him

with the guitar of her heart

she entrusted him

to play the flute of her emotions

& he ended up playing

the music of his kind

it was the music

HE only liked

it was the music on which

she ended up dancing

all her life

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The Green Girl

The Green Girl

green girl emerges in the jungle

long hair kissing her knees

divine body covered in leaves

fragrant as if bathed in flowers

glowing face with eyes blue green

her manner graceful like a queen

she holds the sun in one hand

in the other she holds the moon

showering the life in the jungle

with light, making it serene

trees bend their branches in honor

as she walks her elegant way

an army of all sorts of animals

follow their queen in silence

a sight so charmingly delightful

when the green girl emerges in the jungle

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when you loved me.. when you deceived me

when you loved me.. when you deceived me

when you loved me

you reached this heart of mine

you deceiving me

empowered your reach

to all of me

every bit of me

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God’s way

God’s way

Dear God
my life is getting tough
there are thorns on my path
walking barefoot
am failing in all that I do

God said
my dear child
in your path there are thorns
there are flowers too
there is struggle
but I have made you wise
to sense, be prudent
step carefully
& triumph shall walk its way
to kiss your feet

Amen

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Dear Tiny Sparrow

Dear Tiny Sparrow

my dear tiny SPARROW

i miss your chirping in the mornings

all my childhood, you woke me

before the sun could announce the day

the nest you made many times

in a hole on the wall of my house

i climbed on the back of a few kids

to watch your tiny eggs laid

my heart breaks to learn you are extinct

for the sharp rays of the mobile towers

guilt contains my heart to comprehend

your presence will never be

relished by my children

your musical chirping will never

wake them up in the mornings

for them, remains only

the hollow power of the mobile towers

and not a tiny beautiful you

knowingly, unknowingly

i repent to have killed you

o my dear SPARROW.. i miss you

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