The Chirp with in the Chaos

On my plate, I get to taste new things, Every day—flavors that life brings. Sometimes it's healthy, sometimes a mess, At times I bloom, at times—distress. I feel ruptured, torn apart, When it’s finally my turn to start. Oh! The fight between my heart and mind, Oh! The silence and the violence entwined. For ease, we chase some clever trick, Like knowing "ominous" means an "ill omen" quick. But the peace we find—doesn’t truly stay, It feels more haunting than lighting our way. A continuity of emotions, a stream of desire, We wear them daily—our soul’s attire. Colors fall and echo a subtle truth: To win as a learner, not as a brute. I’ve seen birds fly from morning to dusk, To feed their young with love—not just as a task. Struggles can bloom into moments of joy, If love is the reason, not pressure to deploy.