Bird’s Nest

a bird made a small nest

in the shade of staircase,

with easy access to

the outside domains,

.

I saw it again and again,

as I traversed through

the straight stairs,

rare chance that I missed,

.

my eyes never blinked those

sometimes I stood

in a sort of trance,

my hands limp by my side,

.

those straws and pebbles

would give rise to goose pimples,

as I pondered over this

clever crude creation,

.

it was my secret and still is,

to believe that it hoarded jewels,

diamonds and rubies,

ripe with a sheen of knowledge,

.

it was a basket for me,

full of wonders of many kinds,

I was a kid then but much

hasn’t changed today,

.

i have no memory of

when it was that those feathers

and twigs were swept away,

reduced to nothingness,

.

and now when I gaze at

that dotted starry sky,

I see a new constellation,

shape of that long gone nest,

.

even though I can’t recollect

much of what that time was like,

I just wonder at my wonders,

and wander as I close my eyes

.

* For Sunday Whirl Wordle 129. Also submitting the link for Poetry Pantry # 170. Also, this has come out to be the 701st post here.

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Eagle’s Flight Haiku

The weather has taken a different turn. It is amazing today. Cool blissful wind is flowing, the leaves rustling and the sky, a big expanse of white.

I saw an eagle taking flight, so hence the haiku;

gliding in the air

an angular, yet straight flight

the king of the sky

Dripping: A 3 Sentence Story

The aged man was resting in the shade of the peepal tree on a hot and humid afternoon, when a sparrow maneuvered into the thick green branches, rustling the leaves in the otherwise silent atmosphere. The tired man didn’t notice the arrival of the newcomer. He just stroked his fingers over his cheeks where the bird’s dripping fell down over him, in his sleep.

* Written in response of the Trifextra Challenge.