To one and all who have been here and ones are to be here

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.
Oscar Wilde
He is one of my favourites, the best writer in my books.
I love reading books, no matter how crappy they are.

Same with movies, Ilayaraja and A R Rahman are my favorites in music.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Wings of Occurrence

The human bird that flutters in the air, in pleasant hours of twilight,

With a heart and mind akin to its own,

Flying from one windowsill to another, why?

It sat on the one nearby me, while curiosity arises,

The bird was in arm’s distance, looking at me.

Wondering what I will do, I stretched my arms,

One final moment the wings took off,

The feathered returned back, and eluding its capture several times.

Until I gave up, upon nightfall.

The next day, it woke me with the call of coo.

A friendship without words unfurled.

My hostile nature has won the heart of the feathered,

The wings that eluded me, gave a silent conversation every morning.

A bond that grew with the wings of occurrence.


By

Daniel Aloysius Raymond

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2 comments:

pinkyrose said...

"My hostile nature has won the heart of the feathered"
nice n true lines...
come with glittering colors dear dane!

Rubella christina.v said...

great work danny,jus loved all ur posts..keep going..