I feel like a bird in the wide, blue sky.
An eagle soaring in the wind,
a koel singing melody,
a crow tired by insults,
a dancing peacock insecure,
a penguin broke,
a parrot pretending,
a chicken distressed,
a vulture scavenging,
a mynah invading,
an owl leading,
an ostrich jealous
and an airplane disarming.

The petals of a rose are an expression.
Invisible strings pull her taunt
And leave her
gasping for breath in her bud.
Then petal by petal,
step by step,
we come undone.
Blooming, bursting, beautiful and free.
Some leaves crumble,
Some some innocence is wilted.
Yet still the Rose, in all her glory, managed to break through...
She survived.
She survived anxiety, longing & depression
And she was still a beauty.
Roses
are
strong



And so am I.

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

Fix me Lord
Fix my broken heart
So I can help
Other broken hearts