FRENZIED FLIGHT OF FORGOTTEN TIMES
A little bird upon her nest once stood,
Tired of her sorrows and solitude.
She wished to fly upon her wings so bold,
But within her loomed a fear so old.
Befriended she in a distant past
The calm wind with its balmy gust.
In Spring when all the flowers bloomed;
Wrapped in his warmth she flew so high.
Intoxicated by his nectar which she consumed,
Her life comprised just the wind and sky.
As days went by, that warmth subsided
Giving way to a bitterly chill.
That feeling from the wind passed, which resided
Yet in the heart of the little bird still.
The Autumn came and the wind turned gale
And forgot the bird as one drunk in ale.
Through such change she could not upkeep
And cloistered her emotions in her so deep.
The joys faded, the passions fell;
But Alas! Here ends not the tale.
Her tiny heart heaved with an ocean of tears
And tried to find solace among her peers.
But a wounded heart heals not so quick!
The soaring clouds of past made her sick
Of Memories past which she tried to forget,
A life so distant she now regret.
Now we see her back in her nest,
With wounds still fresh in her chest.
She wishes to fly again which she miss
But only soars in her mental abyss.
She flaps her wings and tries to plunge in
But the will inside dies within.
The past like a spectre haunts her now
She tries to let go but doesn't know how!
Little bird it's Spring again.
Let your tumultuous flutter regain.
One longs to hear your joyous shrill,
A desire which only you can fulfil.
To see you soar and whoosh upon the sky,
To feel alive only to see you fly.
Little bird the past is gone
And Time heralds to you a new Dawn.
So flap your wings, it’s time to soar.
Wipe those tears and cry no more.
All around the flowers bloom
And leaves not a speck for any a gloom.
So go and fly and seize the day,
For I see glorious days heading your way.
A little bird upon her nest once stood,
Tired of her sorrows and solitude.
She wished to fly upon her wings so bold,
But within her loomed a fear so old.
Befriended she in a distant past
The calm wind with its balmy gust.
In Spring when all the flowers bloomed;
Wrapped in his warmth she flew so high.
Intoxicated by his nectar which she consumed,
Her life comprised just the wind and sky.
As days went by, that warmth subsided
Giving way to a bitterly chill.
That feeling from the wind passed, which resided
Yet in the heart of the little bird still.
The Autumn came and the wind turned gale
And forgot the bird as one drunk in ale.
Through such change she could not upkeep
And cloistered her emotions in her so deep.
The joys faded, the passions fell;
But Alas! Here ends not the tale.
Her tiny heart heaved with an ocean of tears
And tried to find solace among her peers.
But a wounded heart heals not so quick!
The soaring clouds of past made her sick
Of Memories past which she tried to forget,
A life so distant she now regret.
Now we see her back in her nest,
With wounds still fresh in her chest.
She wishes to fly again which she miss
But only soars in her mental abyss.
She flaps her wings and tries to plunge in
But the will inside dies within.
The past like a spectre haunts her now
She tries to let go but doesn't know how!
Little bird it's Spring again.
Let your tumultuous flutter regain.
One longs to hear your joyous shrill,
A desire which only you can fulfil.
To see you soar and whoosh upon the sky,
To feel alive only to see you fly.
Little bird the past is gone
And Time heralds to you a new Dawn.
So flap your wings, it’s time to soar.
Wipe those tears and cry no more.
All around the flowers bloom
And leaves not a speck for any a gloom.
So go and fly and seize the day,
For I see glorious days heading your way.