Two Birds Sing out of Chorus

The couple of losses wounded your innocent bird;

You never waited for it to heal;

You forcefully shoo the bird away from you;

So that you need not feel the pangs of pain;

You empty the room from flapping animated innocence,

And filled it with fancy bottles of wine and random chalices…

Your life fits comfortably in the hollow.

You and I shouldn’t have crossed our paths;

But, we did at the oddest of time!

Of course, neither the time favours me ever, nor do I ever bow to it;

Because, I let my innocent bird live wild and free in me;

Indeed, I had more losses than one could ever have normally;

Yet, I didn’t learn to tame or contain my bird;

I can never be cruel enough to send the wounded bird away.

When we met, you just didn’t believe;

So, you just befriended me to test if the wildness was real;

Then, you witnessed me as a fictional character out of a book;

As your emptied room echoed loud,

You knocked off all my walls and reached out to my bird;

The more you spent time with my bird, the more you learned its pros and cons,

And your empty walls bellowed deeper to bring back your bird home;

You got scared of the wounded bird coming back;

It was easier for you to shut your doors at me;

Indeed, I am alright!

But, you never should have tried to be in touch with my innocent bird…

I still don’t know how to console or contain her from your absence;

I still try to help my little innocent bird to heal and flap her wings and chirp again…

My bird still sings to your bird that roams in the farther land with no home to return…

As your bird lost its voice to the unknown, he never sings back at all…