Little Black Bird

I wrote this poem for a bird that has become part of my evening walks. I believe that we both share some strange relationship. We try to solve unanswered mysteries of life and questions and insecurities about future.

Oh little black bird! 

You arrive with the twilight 

and always rest on this

old dry tree

despite the forest full of greens; 

You sit here for a while 

And keep on sinking in

whirlpool of thoughts 

before going to your home;

The wrench in your heart

and scruples of your mind

your silent voice and 

moment of solace;

Oh pensive bird

without a song!

Are you mourning about the things 

You wished to do

but didn't?

Or is this the

moment of introspection 

for you 

to perceive the mysteries of life?

With the arrival of 

eye kissing moon light 

you make your flight

with the explanation of your

questions,

But you will come

tomorrow and forever

to this old dry tree 

with the same questions 

having different interpretation

As long as you keep on flying 

in this endless blue sky.