The Tree House and the Window

A guy and a girl, sharing space together,
On a tree perch, looking for shade,
On a bright sunny day, at noon,
And talking about building a house for them.

On the tree, a tree house was in mind,
Land got without haggling with realtors,
Or bribing the registration officials,
Or getting into complicated lawsuits.

Good coz they knew nothing about lawsuits,
The guy was a suitor in love,
And so was the girl, suitors in love,
And they never did worry about lawsuits.

In love and they wanted to have kids,
The house was for kids, in fact.
Till they grew up, and our love birds
Turned into empty nesters.

Nesters they were, figuratively and literally,
They were the winged children of nature.
A pair of sunbirds, with plans for a family,
Were building a home for themselves.

The home was ready, warm and welcoming,
Cushioned with down and dandelion bristles,
The bed was cosier and more inviting,
Than anything man had ever made.

The eggs were laid, red, round and shiny,
Lying close to each other, brothers in arms,
Mom and dad dotted on them,
Checking up on them every alternating minute.

A leaf moved and dad came chirping in,
To see if eggs were in place, or if they’d fallen,
The breeze swept by and mom rushed in,
To build ramparts around the nest.

And this continued as the days moved on,
The noises were getting louder and louder,
And here I was sitting and enjoying the music,
On the other side of the window,

It was my window to the world,
A world that had a few rustling leaves,
And a brown nest, shrivelled
On the outside and comfy on the inside.

The window stayed open, day and night,
To listen to the sweet song of birds,
Of parents taking care of kids,
For, that to me, was a vision of paradise.

I heard fresher, shriller chirps one day,
The shell gates had opened wide,
And stars saw the sun, with hooded eyes,
Rivalling each other in garnering attention.

Roses opened and shut, faster than I could blink,
With mom and dad feeding nectar to the flowers.
Chirping sounds filled the air, it came to life,
Wandering from red beak to red beak.

The beaks became bigger, and chirping, less shrill,
Food was more often found than brought,
My window was rusting already, for lack of wear,
And so was my hearing, the music was no longer there.

It was a bright sunny day, when they moved.
To build a nest of their own, for their own,
The tree outside my window stands alone,
And so do I, on the other side of the window.

Love, Untold....

The non-stop sounds keep me awake,
The hooves tap on the ground, up and down,
Up and down they go, at a constant pace,
They would probably wake the sleeping trees up,

And they did, as I could see,
A few trees woke up and billowed at us,
And a few younger ones smiled,
Probably glad to have got some “mobile” company.

He came jumping then, out of his perch
And landed on my left hand,
His huge saucer-shaped eyes spoke to me,
As if that wasn’t enough, his mouth did too,

He was a happy creature, happy and felt blessed,
He was in love, deep in love, with one not from his clan,
He had seen a round white face, as round as his own eyes,
He had seen this face, amongst the green leaves and the bright stars.

He was in love with the moon, and not for a moment,
Did he think that she was out of his league,
Maybe she wasn’t, maybe love had no leagues,
Maybe it just makes perfect strangers, not so strange.

He said he gets out of door every day, only after
Her milk light enters his nest to invite him,
He said the first thing he sees when he gets out
Is her face. Fair and round or faded yet fair.

He does not get out, no matter how hungry
Or thirsty he was, once a month,
Not that he was afraid of the darkness,
It was a fast to mourn her absence.

I asked him if he had ever spoken to her
About his love for her,
He replied in the negative, and turned his head away,
He said, he wanted her to be happy,

Said that love wasn’t always a shared feeling,
He believed that she was happy, where she was,
She was his ladylove, but he remained a mere admirer,
In her books, and he wanted it to remain that way.

My horse and I have strode many a road since then,
We have been rolling stones while being two ourselves,
But his love refuses to fade from my memory,
Perhaps untold love is always sweeter.

A Year Ends...

Another year draws to an end
And a new one waiting around the corner
To take a stroll down the road of Time
To leave its footsteps in the sands of Time
Footsteps that, like mine, will be erased soon

Another year has gone by,
With me yearning for you, for us,
To get together as we once were,
To walk together as we once did,
Walks that would live forever.

Another year has come along,
And I still walk alone,
To look for you, in every wave that passes,
To see if you have come back,
Searches that always end, in vain.

Years come and go, and nothing changes,
My pen and feet never tire,
They walk on and on, on paper and tar,
To see if the road of Life would bring them rest,
To see...if we would be together again...

A Tree's Wish

I went on a walk along the riverside road,
Dipping my feet in the river every now and then,
As the heat got to my barefoot soles, I stretched
Under one of the last remaining trees on the banks,
The tree was alone, as lonely as I felt at that moment,
So we gave each other company for a while,
He was one of the last few left, a painful witness he had been,

After watching his friends bid adieu, one after the other,
Making way for concrete and glass, neither spoke his tongue,
He had stood there, waiting, for his day to leave his birthplace.
In his desolation, he spoke to me, of his dying wish,
That he wanted, not to be a leg under a rich man’s table,
Or to be burnt at his fireplace, but to be made into a diary
To tell his story to kids who will never see a tree in its greenery.