Bird’s Nest

a bird made a small nest

in the shade of staircase,

with easy access to

the outside domains,

.

I saw it again and again,

as I traversed through

the straight stairs,

rare chance that I missed,

.

my eyes never blinked those

sometimes I stood

in a sort of trance,

my hands limp by my side,

.

those straws and pebbles

would give rise to goose pimples,

as I pondered over this

clever crude creation,

.

it was my secret and still is,

to believe that it hoarded jewels,

diamonds and rubies,

ripe with a sheen of knowledge,

.

it was a basket for me,

full of wonders of many kinds,

I was a kid then but much

hasn’t changed today,

.

i have no memory of

when it was that those feathers

and twigs were swept away,

reduced to nothingness,

.

and now when I gaze at

that dotted starry sky,

I see a new constellation,

shape of that long gone nest,

.

even though I can’t recollect

much of what that time was like,

I just wonder at my wonders,

and wander as I close my eyes

.

* For Sunday Whirl Wordle 129. Also submitting the link for Poetry Pantry # 170. Also, this has come out to be the 701st post here.

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Evolution

The evolution of a being

from the childhood’s reverie

to a grown up’s veracity

from the glimmer of the stars

to the blaze of the sun

from a small injury

to a large gaping wound

from an innocent vision

to a gruesome deed

from the world of truth

to the universe of tall tales

from a fresh water lake

to the ever salty ocean

from the protection of the nest

to the vast lonely sky

from a seed that is sown

to a pest infected plant

from the drop of nectar

to an urn of venom,

the evolution of an infant

to a grown up soul

tarnished by world

shaded by emotions

from the afternoon nap

to the insomniac nights

from the playful toys

to the killer weapons,

there is an evolution

a real evolution

of a spirit as he turns

from a joyful mirth

to an evil sneer in the end.

* Written in response of Theme Thursday Writing Prompt.