The Bird Who Walked Home

Saitama Prefecture, Japan - The Bird Who Walked Home

I dreamed a dream the other day.

I dreamed, you’d flown away

with your mended wings, years earlier.

While I looked upon

 with a happy smile

that did not extend to my eyes.

And with a heavy heart and the lightest touch,

 we both went back to where we belong

But

You came back. 

I was old, tired and hobbled. 

You asked me if I’d still have you,

with your old wings and silver hair. 

You asked me if I'd still have you

after the lifetime that had passed.

You asked me if I'd still have you

when you were running out of time

But it wasn’t age that I saw in that moment. 

It was timelessness.

Downpour

Things that stand between us now

Years and time

Facts and Lies

Distance and space

God and science

Is this the part where I lose everything?

The Games.

Why is it that whenever a certain character in our life is behaving like a decent human being, there is at least one other character looking like a pile of dung? must be black magic ?

Not here to stay

The crimson flower offered its shoulder

while you, the butterfly pass by

You knew you're not here to stay

Yet its color catches your eye.

 The thorn warned the flower,'Psst,'Do not attach,

For a butterfly cannot mend its ways

A momentary presence is all you will get

before the butterfly takes flight away.

The flower blushes on, in denial,

With its every petal, and ignorant chaste

The butterfly, enraptured and tantalized

feeds on the flowers sweet taste

It hovers around longer than usual

making the flower convinced indeed

For what the butterfly itself lacked,

the flower knew: It fills complete

And thus the flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You are not here to stay.

'For that #!%$ transient butterfly!!',

the thorn fumed

But why?

You are not here to stay

Then soon of course, comes a time

When true to its nature 

the butterfly ups and leaves

in search of other flowers;

to hover,

to attach,

to feed.

And yet
The flower bloomed,

but for whom?

You were not here to stay,

Regardless of a predicament that is doomed

Even when you are not here to stay.

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 It was so much easier to say goodbye when I hated you.