pigeons built nest at a
high place at aunt's
new home
nestled in the straws
and warmth
were baby pigeons
and the mama and papa
pigeons flew far and away
to bring food for them
and as they went in and out
they made noises
and as they went in and out
they crashed to places
breaking, disturbing
the sleep of my little baby
and so one day when
mama and papa pigeons
weren't there
i put the nest at a high place
outside the home
and went back to feeding my
new born.
.・゜゜・
tiny toes peeked from his blanket
dangling in the breeze
and he slept serenely
lying in his crib
i slid my pinky in his
open hand and watched
as they curled around it
and i felt his soft breath
at the back of my hand
and as i felt the silky touch
of his skin
i thought that in his form
i saw my heart bared
and that this was what it felt to
touch a heart
quintessential love
and he slept peacefully
perhaps flying along the
puffy clouds or joining a path
to stars in the sky
or twirling to music of a far away
snowy land in his dreams
and in his dreams must be his
reality
then he rose from the slumber
of snow
his smile contained my
satelletic dependance
and i looked at him in awe
his eyes dazzled
and i knew he had found magic
for he looked for it floating
over the shimmering seas
leaving traces of buttermilky
moon upon it
and i thought of mama and
papa pigeons
then i named my son Ayank
promised to love him so
that every night I, Aruni
died for him to breathe
and every day I, Aruni
rose for him to breathe
until he learned to live
and promised to love him so.
.・゜゜・
a pigeon fell from the sky
at a high place in aunt's and my
new home
with bruised wing
and I reached out for it
draped it in a soft cloth
holding it to give it warmth
and in time it writhed in my
hands ready to leave the warmth
of the cloth
to soar and i let it go
spreading its wings, the pigeon
flew closer to the clouds
and I came to know tears thinking
of the nest i kept outside
and I danced upon the hands
of monsters that carry me to
the earth thinking
of the pigeon flying to the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
