The black bird came to me at dawn
As I was sitting in the forestry
He looked at me, with weary eyes
Seemingly seeing what I wouldn’t show
I told him to go away
A night at brink, a day to begin
Lots of work to be done and undone
I wanted peace, not his song
He payed no heed, continued his song
And even though I wouldn’t show
I needed him, not as my friend
But as a keeper to my secrets many
The wrongs I’d done, the person I’d become..
I think he knew as wanderers know
A place unknown, yet familiar
He knew me, from my childhood days
When I’d talk to him, and feed him worms
Yet even he had changed, grown old
No longer cute, no longer tireless
His voice no longer soothing
He had lost his innocence in this harsh world, where innocence was preyed upon
He was my reflection..
A reflection of all I aspired and all I consisted off.
The part of me wanting to fly in the open sky, without the burdens of fate and destiny pulling me down
But I think, he had forgotten this…
As I had forgotten..
We looked at each other
Trying to understand, where it all went wrong
Lost in translation.. As ours souls connected
And I realised, our lives had always been linked as my cooler became his home and his voice my alarm
He asked me to sing with him
So we sang his favourite song , the one he once sung for his missus
And as the first rays of light illuminated the sky, we both knew it was time to go
There were hatchlings to feed, and infants to dress
We gazed at each other a final time
and with silent promises in our eyes
We bid each other adieu
He straightened himself, and flew away in search of worms for the little ones
And I stood, wondering if I’d see him again, the black bird…
this post is inspired by a poem that my friend Radhika has written. She writes amazingly well..so please do go checkout her post!