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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Three Simple Words- A Simple Story

“So you are not going to apologize,” she finally voiced her opinion after hours of silence.

He just looked glumly at her.

“You know it was your fault. So what is the problem in saying those three simple words,” she continued preaching him, ” Just say I am sorry and the matter is solved.”

He wasn’t even looking at her anymore.

“You are impossible,” she concluded and was leaving when he responded, “I ain’t sorry; there, you get your three simple words.”

“But I have got three other simple words for you as well which are I love you,” he continued, “And if it takes me to apologize for something which is not my fault to make you talk to me lovingly once again and laugh at the silliest of my jokes, I would do so. So here are your three simple words darling, I am sorry.”