Wings of Occurrence

The human bird that flutters in the air, in pleasant hours of twilight,

With a heart and mind akin to its own,

Flying from one windowsill to another, why?

It sat on the one nearby me, while curiosity arises,

The bird was in arm’s distance, looking at me.

Wondering what I will do, I stretched my arms,

One final moment the wings took off,

The feathered returned back, and eluding its capture several times.

Until I gave up, upon nightfall.

The next day, it woke me with the call of coo.

A friendship without words unfurled.

My hostile nature has won the heart of the feathered,

The wings that eluded me, gave a silent conversation every morning.

A bond that grew with the wings of occurrence.

By

Daniel Aloysius Raymond

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The Lines not Crossed

The dream went a far, the one that made me weep,

The unreal which I wanted it to be true, the path I dreaded to tread,

I was swaying in a seesaw by myself; I wished the fragrance to be there.

The moment thundered by, but why be persistent on a hollow.

Dreamy days of courtship was not meant to be,

Was the damsel the soul mate? No never and forever.

The mind is practical says it is over, but why is the heart giving hope,

The purity of heart says there is only one side, but in reality.

Heart is just a path that wants only victory, defeat is also a path.

A path that is hard to tread, but still a better one.

Where life unfurls itself a new beginning,

With last moments of farewell, and a tearful goodbye,

Finally, I’m over with my untruthful dreams.

With a hope, I would not cross the lines in the new beginning.

By,

Daniel Aloysius Raymond


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