A little brown sparrow
Tired of her shades
Thought all the beauty in the world
Eventually fades
There, in a deserted garden
Hopped up and down a lonely tree
Waiting for the clouds to rain
Waiting for some company
…
Somewhere in the distance
She saw yellow flowers in full bloom
But it wasn’t the flora
That drove away her gloom
There, upon a flower
A red butterfly did rest
Enchanted by her beauty, the sparrow
Did what she felt best
…
Making tiny circles of joy
The sparrow flew round
The butterfly who didn’t even
Move or make a sound
And the butterfly continued to ignore
The sparrow’s gentle hellos
While dancing carelessly amongst
A glowing pool of yellows
…
The sparrow begged and begged
For a little conversation
Curiousity never needed
A second invitation
But the butterfly continued to shun
Inquisitiveness
Beauty was a secret
That went with her dress
…
And away she flew
Far from the sparrow’s eyes
She was neither friends with truth
Nor companion with lies
And fell right into the hands
Of a couple of naughty boys
Who thought they found a plaything
To go with their toys
…
The butterfly felt uneasy
Trapped inside a lunchbox
And here she thought she always held
Key to all the locks
Perhaps she may never see
The sunlight of tomorrow
Unlike the dull shades
Of a little brown sparrow

I fear I am weak
And you might never know
I’ve sown evil seeds
And have let them grow
…
Layers within my mind
Lie and deceive
I feel I’m in control
Or am I made to believe?
…
Under the starry night
I quietly lay
Sleep will heal all wounds
Or so I pray

So happy, so happy, so happy was I
The flowers bloomed while the birds flew in the sky
And everything seemed to be in its place
Wide smile on every child’s face
And they sang and danced in a tune
Like they always do when it’s June
To let the folks jump and croon
It seemed the rains had come a tad too soon
…
When was the last time? I can’t remember
Maybe back in January or late December
That everybody was feeling so high
And not a single face with a sigh
No poet, I think, could ever write
And describe such a beautiful sight
Even if one were to stay up all night
And try and try with all its might
…
Why would anyone step out of bed
And not stare out of the window instead
And dream and dream and dream away
On such a lovely summer’s day?
But as happy, as happy, as happy as I could be
And with a cup of coffee next to me
I picked up the morning news to see
Just what it had in store for me
…
And I read and read about the world
A war was declared and bombs were hurled
Thousands of lives had been washed away
But the print read like any other day
I wondered, I wondered and began to think
The world, it seemed was on the brink
And I dared not to take another blink
For my heart had just begun to sink
…
And I turned a page just to find
A thousand other things that disturbed my mind
Children playing with real guns
And others dying of starvation
Rich folks flaunting their polished cars
And drinking champagne in fancy bars
And what good is life and water on Mars
When they never found a cure for scars?
…
Fans killing each other over a game
A sweet angel born without a name
A man killing his friend in a brawl
Economy and currency in free fall
Does not the editor owe me an apology
For ruining my day so cruelly?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Or is it just the way I see?
…
I guess we all look differently at things
Truth enlightens some; some it stings
When peace and quiet is there to choose
We decide to pick the morning news
Maybe I could not open my eyes to see
The truth, the facts and reality
Someday it will set me free
Till then I’ll wait for the answer and let it be