Flight Of The Lost Bird

Flight Of The Lost Bird

Why were you impersonal,
redeeming from blues
by blues?

Your shadow shrinks
under the moon, when you
are speechless, and set free
by unsaying.

In the mauled
pink dreams, you cannot keep your
eyes shut.When the
sorrow speaks.

Sometimes you undo
the cobwebs, failing to trap
the beautiful words and
start groping.

Have you listened to
nightingale's song? It becomes
restive and panic-stricken
when the call is not returned.