The bird that I cannot set free

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Colorful and joyous she is,

She is the reason behind my smile.

Her never ending chatters,

Makes me forget what’s ‘a while’.

 

This little bird – when she chirps,

All the others are but fascinated.

I am not sure about all others,

But she surely makes me feel elated.

 

I have named her, of course,

She is my one and only favorite.

Her wings have long fluttered,

And setting free is her dream date.

 

My young, little bird sings to me,

Melodies that only I can hear.

To others, it goes off their drums,

This melody which they cannot bear.

 

Oh! Did I mention about her face?

With a pointy nose that is raised?

Those lovely, little, mesmerizing eyes,

Which gleam and glisten when gazed.

 

Oh! How can I not miss her?

How can I forget the tree,

On which she perches and looks at me?

She’s the bird that I cannot set free!

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(17.10.2016)

Years to come and years have gone!

If you can feel what I’ve felt, it would be awesome.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself

At my disposition, I find many people to help

Even I do – I think about it every single dawn

Years to come and years have gone!

 

My nature is such that even I can’t understand

Sometimes, to my enemies, I lend a helping hand

While at times, to my loved ones, I push a thorn

Years to come and years have gone

 

I – the most powerful of all the words

The shortest too, and mightier than the sword

I – without which a sentence I can’t form

Years to come and years have gone

 

I play games, although not the mental ones

I barely ever sing but can freely dance

I doff the evil but the good I can’t don

Years to come and years have gone

 

Mighty hills and rough terrains I conquer

But I can’t seem to go close to the water

But, in life, I’ve learned to carry on

Years to come and years have gone

 

I’ve been looted by many a person

either of money or emotional immersion

But I never tried to learn how to con

Years to come and years have gone

 

I derive logic in things people find difficult

But in real life, my mind goes on a halt

Yet I attempt to prove myself wrong

Years to come and years have gone

 

Am I silly or do I over-think at times?

But emotions these days are sold in dimes

Sad is the truth but everyone has it borne

Years to come and years have gone

 

– Inscribed By,

AddKluZiv

(24.05.2016)

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