Early morning before the Sun rose
the cool winds were breezing steadily.
To the music howling Hey Jude,
on the long drive
on the way to my workplace,
through the front glass
I saw in the middle of the road,
lying, a small object which I had to pass over
maneuvering carefully with out further crushing;
and just before passing it
half of the object
flew out of it;
that part
that had not died!
trying to save its own life.
It flew.
The dead remained,
remained,
life lost;
lay the bird, a myna
a quarter of its body,
pasted and stuck to the road.
Its deserted lover oftener
landed near it touching gently,
lifted up its dead beak,
and found its love's life lost,
crushed partly under the wheels
of the ever flowing morning traffic.
but all for a second
because there came the cars all again
trying to take away its life too.
It flew away running for life
and again came down
after a vehicle passed by.
there was panic in its little heart and mind
the friend couldn't rush
to survive another crushing
under the wheels of the madly running vehicles.
Again pecked at lover's dead wings
what if its lover could
again come to life!
This magic of life,
how cruel death,
the magic of death;
realizing that life is a gentle
short lived breeze
in the unending desert of non existence
i looked as desperate as the bird.
I lost the ground;
I quivered,
for a moment.
what tears, what emotions,
for the bird in grief.
For I had a flash back
for a minute and
I saw the opening days of their love
and then dating and then,
god pronouncing them as bird
and a loving wife
blessed to live,
until death doth them apart.
its tiny little head I imagined what emotions
might have filled up;
what memories of living together
these birds mynas
are always found as loving pairs.
they fly together.
they make noise together.
a lot of it;
for each other to understand perhaps.
now what sound will it make,
and for whom.
Entire life lay ahead,
like a vast stretching ocean or a desert
and the bird a small living thing or nothing;
The bird sitting on a tree
looked down upon its dead lover
there at a distance
on the middle of the road;
Once its life was full to the brim
now its life lay empty.
now in place of laughter,
loneliness haunted;
flying in search of food
together was a joy,
now it will be a burden
and keeping hungry
will seem to suffice
this day God had emptied life' s contents.
Life's Labors Lost
Even men cannot have a distinguished past
a past of so much of activity,
so much of out doors in love,
in the heart, in the blood ,
all together in love;
Man can only envy;
I had come listening to sad love songs
and the event struck a thunder
meandered through in my heart and soul
my thoughts and I guessed
man's ego was offending
to love; so soft it was;
man had no tolerance
man was unfit to love
man was fit only to divorce
man has divorced himself
not only from a love
but from even many a good thought
various treasures
from nation from children
from nature and animal and bird
and from so many.
I reflected,
to what one is wedded and rechecked it;
the bird was right;
I imagined looking at the bird,
the living bird.
its little beak was sad and lonely,
its little head was sad,
it turned away its face
from the sight of the cruelty, a tragedy;
its feet were feeling heavy;
its wings were heavy;
it felt they could not
carry it along further in flight
again the bird turned to look
at its lover's dead mass;
again it flew over,
sat pecked and
ran away as a car came.
It repeated ,
all the same, although
the lesson was in black and white.
the early morning grew to full day.
the sun rose up higher.
but for the bird ,
the day had not begun at all.
the day had died,
emptying its contents.
The sun,
The wind,
the warmth, the peace, and the silence,
the affiliations, the favorite places
nothing had the same content, as yesterday;
By the evening the bird
had reconciled to its fate
for a longer time now;
However after a few hours.
in the dark the bird was,
there pecking perhaps.
last one chance if lover only,
came to life how bright can it all be.
D.PARAMESWARAN