Noori

There’s a beautiful bird out in a forest. She flies her little wings up and down the hilly terrain near the glistening, cold Himalayas. They refer to her as Noori; this beautiful, colorful bird. On rare occasions they get a glimpse of her striking beauty. Yet always, they hear her tweeting her silly, sweet songs to herself. Tunes that echo across mountains, resonate through valleys, and penetrate through souls.

She makes me cry, this little bird.
I’d sacrifice a limb for her. I’d die for her.

There’s a little bird that sings her sweet songs in a forest. Her innocence is what lovers fall for. Her beauty is what poets write of.

Including one,

who is my father.

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Chari चरी (Bird)

Oh sweet bird, you who flies across from my house to his
You are so high above, I wanna touch and pet you
But you hurt me so, as you fly towards the rainbow
always out of my reach.
You cut me deep, each time you flutter away in dreams
And I’m left dying with agony
unable to breathe,
helplessly crying on the balcony
While you flutter away, above me

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Pedestal

I put you on a pedestal,
With fighting fish crawling under the mud at your feet
In a serene place enchanted with greenery
Where the rain drops with fragrant flowers
All around you, and at your feet
Where the monkeys laugh and play in swings atop balconies,
And the dragon snake slithers through the skies
That grumbles like mortar and pestle
And streams water from Shiva’s crown
Which flows into the rifts and valleys alongside the pointy mountains
That surround the pedestal that you stand on;
Smiling at the sky, and sometimes smiling at me,
As my heart swells with giddy

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Satisfaction

You and me, side by side, on the back of a rattling bus
Looking at each other smilingly; while hair strands fly across my face from the harsh winds that barge through the window
Along this crazy, winding, bumpy ride.
There’s so much joy bursting inside me, acknowledging that I get to touch your warm body with mine
There’s so much satisfaction that’s easing me down, knowing that your eyes are only a short distance away from mine.
There’s no doubt that we could gaze at each other forever
And I fear that I may stop breathing, if we were to look away.

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