If I had a pair of wings!

If I had a pair of wings,
then I will love to fly.
I will pack few things
and glide in the sky.
I’ll map the sandy shore
and hover over the boat.
When the waves will roar,
I’ll sing a calming note.
I’ll race with the fish
or settle like the shells.
And with the dusk’s windy swish
return where my heart dwells.

© Taruchaya

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The Halcyon Bird

The Halcyon Bird

I caught a bright flash of blue – 
cerulean than the sea and sky. 
Surprised and curious too – 
my feet froze, i don’t know why.

There sat seemingly ruminating, 
the heavenly Halcyon Bird. 
Maybe majestically contemplating, 
it is on which part of the world. 

Perhaps it was missing a stream, 
or a river that sang along the way. 
Maybe it was sad about a broken dream, 
or a flashback of a memorable day. 

With a breast of orange like a sunset 
and the azure of the vast sky. 
I know in my heart, i shall never forget, 
the Kingfisher that caught my eye! 

© Taruchaya

The Misfit

The Misfit

The rustic pigeon had a rainbow scarf
that it proudly used to show off
Sometimes it sat on the window sill
sometimes it tiptoed on the rooftop

Though it came from a far off place
It settled down on a concrete space
Often it spread its velvet wings
to bring in sprigs and leafy things.

One day a little feather fell with a start
From a place near the pigeon’s heart
The air was thick in the unknown town
so it stuck on a branch when it fell down

With gruffy leaves the branch was dry
Scared, the little feather began to cry
The warmth of wings it missed a lot
Separation was a painful thought

As the time flew the feather lost hope
It learnt to endure…it learnt to cope
Taunted for the unrefined dialect it spoke
The misfit feather’s spirit just broke

Still it survived, though hurt and aloof
Life doesn’t need the burden of proof
Those who shame others have opaque eyes
Why bother about fake opinions and advice

The feather was soft with a soul of steel
It loved itself, the wounds began to heal
Whenever it felt lonely it hugged itself tight
while dreaming of the warmth of home each night.

© Taruchaya

Winter

The cold is setting in slowly
Hot chocolate calls my name
The December air is a little hazy
Winter is laying it’s claim

The pigeons sunbathe unabashedly
The green butterfly fluttered by
The kittens prance around shyly
Marshmallows float in the sky

And I’m getting hungrier these days
I stole a scoop from the creamy moon
The stars giggled while giving a chase
so I hid inside my dreamy cocoon.

© Taruchaya