Magpie robins

 The two birds chirping
on the edge of the branch,
the bright sunshine lifts the wing;
silently, yet willing takes a new fly
The lens for the brewing dusk
is waving some frozen orange glance.
The night will sleep with many
bygones, stories weaved and tried.
We will be playing a new note
or ideally nurturing changes.
The dates just get flipped and
we turn some new pages.
And they pick some new buds;
Shifting the puller on the wings.
The gateway remains the same.
closing choosing a much inner peace.
The robins seen a blessing
not for the travelled ones,
but for the unexplored dimensions.
Life will be more complex,
thing will be more narrative;
setting for a funnel of journey.
Little can be prescribed how to come
As much the year taught for a season!

Growing up and rooting!

The doors are awaiting.

let the known hands again open!

Relieve the steps taken much time.

We stood watched, many seasons

many times, cried on these ways

we shifted to another nest.

But this origin was silent,

waited long for us to align

with those voices sometimes,

we never answered back.

Today as I step in

emotions take a flat pledge

those unsteady walks now

are getting more weak;

slowly they will also need a

support, a calculation of the old

on the manipulation of deeds alone.

Things are sinking in so well,

Now we are maintain  sense

belonging that we did not 

indulge while leaving,

today they are calling us back.

Do we have the scope of reclining?

Do we need the slumber enough?

Things changed, matters changed.

But our paths and the rooms

are same for years now.

always waiting and longing back

when will the ones revisit again?