In the unpretentious backyard
Of my house— not a home,
Bloomed a bird's nest
Concealed concernedly
In the benevolent branches
Of the dear aged tremulous tree.
When I noticed the nest nearly,
House felt like a home dearly,
I noticed the humble hatching
Of the birds—
Life lustrously levitating
Out of a shattering shell
Of an emaciated egg.
How gentle squeaks
Filled the surroundings
Slowly and sincerely,
My heart hissing
Gratitude for great glory.
Now, they are a week old,
Surely, soon, they will fill
Their wings with their
First flight
From my backyard
Amply, they'll be gone long
And I'll still be a basic bard
While they'll be reaching
The racing clouds.
I know not the name,
I know not their kind,
I tried searching,
But I couldn't find
The name of the birds
That are taking shelter
And bedazzling
My rudimentary backyard.
How artistically
Nature wonderfully works—
Blooming and dying,
Escalations and sorrows,
Falling and flying,
Yesterdays and morrows.
Escalators work either way
Escalations work either way
Escalators put load on other side
Escalations push load on same side
First is for the physicially disbled
Next is for mentally disbled
Take life for every minute it gives
Spend time like dust specks gathered
Free your mind off taunted shadowed thoughts
Clean the mind unfurl coiled negative energy
Walk equipoised trumping rooted darkness
Rejuvinate coarse emotions thrusting chuffs
Run a mile and count the escalations
Forgo the tumbles and stand chin up.
My unseen dreamy feelings awakes my dream
where all nourishing beauties hidden in it
I rest for a while in that crystal world
I find what I do deserve the best for me
No disturbances are there no casualties
all escalations are far away from that region I reign
I fly and fly to feel all the inner silent persuasions
One by one I read possibilities and impossibilities
I stare in to the depth of my dream world
I accept the possibles discarding all impossibles
Day by day I wake up with nice inspirations
To go ahead with my real life of reality