Birds You Do Not Feed, On The Rooftop of Your Smog-lit Life


Hurt is easy to come by
it can be a relative asking about a future
(can anyone really know that though?)
or it can be the rose bush going dry
(in springtime!).


We attach ourselves to the want of unknown
and want too much of it
while the bird that sits on the roof of the small house
(city houses don't have boundary walls, they're just attached in an uncomfortable way, like the man in the bus with bad BO and his eyes on my phone)
goes away thirsty every morning
and after a few chirps after a few days
it stops coming by.

We forget to live life
We forget to find happiness in watering the rose bush -
our whining unjustified -
and that bird can land into a new home,
removing itself from the stagnant living of your life.

But you don't need wings to remove yourself from your (worse) self, right?

Image via Dawn.com