Just A flight away

The window in my room opens to a tall tree
when I wake up I see a bird on the short branch

Alert bird! keeping an eye for all around
do you see the branch above you
do you see the eagle on the next tree
do you see me

The leaves are changing their hue
your black body looks prettier now
I will paint my house some day too
will you be able to spot me then too

I sleep so less, for I worry
I'll miss when you are back for me
I see nowhere for my gaze is fixed
on the short branch of the long tree

they say I am suffering, will I die too
will I go past the short branch in my flight
will I then be able to see
what your little eyes hold for me, little birdie !

what if I see they are the same colour
that my eyes happened to be, when I gazed at you
from the window that opened to thousand branches
of an old tall tree.

Recalling

I look from a distance
crabs playing on the sand
I am not allowed any nearer than this

sun is stretching
out of the night's covers
crabs start rushing back home

criss-cross sands
memories of who had been
waves will wipe them away

I walk back home
my feet on sand
how long will they stay