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" Bird crazy " is what they call me.
And parrots are my game.
This name I have been given.
Is an honor, not a shame.

I love them.
I care for them.
I comfort them too
I also work with humans
and teach them to follow through.

When you bought this lovely creature.
You probably did not know.
Just how very smart it was.
Nor how your life would go.

Sometimes they bite.
Sometimes they scream
They make lot's of messes too.
Another thing to remember is;
They'll probably out live you.

Parrots are wild creatures
But live in homes you see.
They depend on us to give to them.
All the things they need.

They need to have their showers.
Don't forget their Doctor too.
They cannot live on seed alone.
So Sad That many do.

They need Love and Understanding
when they are scared or hurt or sad.
They do not understand it when
we are tired, stressed, or mad.

We must always remember.
They were meant to be free.
We must give them more than just a cage.
For they would really like a tree.

So when you take a parrot home.
Please keep these things in mind.
It's up to you to understand
And always to be kind.

Angel's in disguise

My little birds are so sweet
Perhaps, it's true their not so neat
What such joy they bring each day
One look at their sweet faces erases any traces of sadness away
Little angels in disguise
Who could doubt that they are wise
How do you correct the little creature
When their antics resemble a comedy feature
With a will so strong, I admire
Independence they desire
When dinner is over , the day is gone
Tomorrow will begin with a soft sweet song
This endless love
I must relate
Is truly an act of heavens' fate
There are things I've seen, here of late,
That ache my heart
Teach it to hate
Dark eyes that stare, so brightly awake
Deeply scarring apart
Dare I to reach and take
What some fool unknown as yet to me
Was left behind, uncared
Wanted only conveniently
A life is a life, no matter the race
A love for the feather
A grace of smile on your face
Everything I've asked is small
Everything I need but wee
Everything, no, you're all.

Heart of a parrot

Under this sod lies a sourdough parrot.
Its heart was gold, pure fourteen carat.
Polly now can spread her wings.
Leaving behind her all earthly things.
She ranks in fame as our departed.
A just reward for being good-hearted

Pity

He claws and tears at his perch
To which he has clung
So long.
Will the world of men
Not Pity him,
And freedom he has lost?
Of what use to him in prison
Is his coat of wondrous hue?

Free once more

The parrot sits
Upon his perch
Wrapped in gloomy thought.
And dreams
Of his distant home.
His wings of bright blue
Are clipped;
From his red beak
Come words of wisdom.
Will they never, never
Unlatch his cage
And set him free once more?
Impatient, in anger

The parrot

The parrot is a fancy bird,
clad in breakfast green.
He wings his way to foreign heights,
prodigal to be seen.
The pappagallo has its gentle note,
lost in northern cold.
Do they return,
when flown away,
to my sill of gold?

The start of something new

a new beginning, a new resolution,
new adventures,
new friends,
with same old,
cherishable,
loving
MEMORIES

a new way, a new guide,
new ventures,
new companions,
towards one bright new
ACHIEVEMENT

spontaneous hard work, self faith,
real confidence, better result,
for one and the foremost thing
SUCCESS

When I will leave you

when i looked around me
all that i could c
were the playful images of you and me
suddenly time passed
and i wasnt even aware
that it was time for me
to face my biggest fear.
all i just wanted and wished us to be
was to stay close together
i wanted you to be with me
now all that i could think of
is what will i do?
when the parting time comes-
when i would leave you
I will always remember your smile
that touched all hearts it was the shine of my eyes and with it ,
it had a special art,
An art which created comfort and could easily to happiness sadness convert
will i see that smile again?
will it again bring end to my pains?
like a spear,
it is piercing my heart and, you cant imagine the pain that i would go through.
when the parting time would come
WHEN I WOULD LEAVE YOU....

The twinkle in their eyes

on my counch in half slumber,
a moving picture crosses my mind
those sparkling eyes
those joyful smiles they hold my thoughts
and make me wonder.
what they have within them?
so strong yet tender,
so soft and warm
so moist yet clear
the twinkle in their eyes yet clear
the spark in their life.
at any hour,at any tym
that hidden laughter ,that gleaming light,
that powerful spirit
that worlds delight.
you shout , you scold,
you love, you mould,
their innocent soul gets carved like gold
those twinkling eyes,
that sparkling smile
I lie on my counch
and often behold!!

I'm waiting

They come and they go
Some cheerful and springy
Each step is a bounce
Smiles sparkle aloud
Or are they just
Plastered joys of another face?
Some angry and hateful
Puckered in a frown
Glaring they shuffle away
Brushing off some rage
On me like teeny drizzle drops.
Some tall some short
All shades of black and white
Fat and thin, everything in between
A sky of people twitter by.
Hip girls sway past
A shiny bling-thing lot
Giggling, they preen their glittering sheen
I sit low in my scraggly world
As they cascade along.
The coochy-coo couples fly by
Some doing the shy finger kissing thing
They waltz past
On top of each other
Fingers and tresses running a crazy pattern
Podgy men amble along
Leering at me
I stare right back
Shiftily they shuffle past
Clutching there puny selves in drooling hands
And through my musings I see
There he comes now
The din suddenly is music
The time just a tick
I gather my stuff
As he gathers me
He comes and we go

Tryst with an artist

He lay there slouched on his elbows
moss green shirt hanging on a lean frame
hair flung across that brooding head
a grin smeared his mouth
as if it were all a game
faded blue denims
a splotch of yellow paint
above his knee
a dirty tear
white paper from a pad
looked up at him
he stroked it with his pen
urgently calm
expression poured forth
he charged on and then
in a lethal move
perfected the final blow
pen put down he looked around
untangled his legs
and walked away...

She

She shimmers and shines on borrowed light
its cold, she gives me warmth tonight
clammy fingers wrapped around shivering toes
a silent calm upon me grows

She hides I seek, I seek she hides
on cloudy waves she stealthily glides
chilly winds blow tunes through my hair
I hug myself under her gentle glare

Thoughts splutter and spout in my mind
memories I thought I wouldnt find
the grass is wet, my eyes still dry
cranky crickets creak nearby

I look at the moon, her pock - marked face
the craters - they add a gruesome grace
I gather myself and my moonlit thoughts
unspoken, unshared, undone, unthought

Let me dream tonight

Let me dream tonight
not of us riding love - kissed clouds
ambushed by red rose crowds
no cuddly wuddly pillows, sheets surf - white
no violins and wine on a five - star night

no mushy talk and romantic views
no beaches and waves in sunset hues
no second skin dresses in the rain
no log fire heat - it fries my brain

Let me dream tonight
of the wind in my hair as you kiss me sore
of entwining, collapsing, passions running raw
being, breathing, just living each other,
mundane things like cooking , cleaning together.

before shards of reason alight on my brain
and the dreams flow out grain by grain
let me dream tonight a dream so selfish
let me gorge on my dream, lick with relish

The outsider inside

Devils and angels hammer at my head
a clutter of ideas chatter aloud
thoughts riddle in and out -
a quizzical labyrinth
they squabble, they scream, they wither, they mope
the good and the evil battle along
reason lies squashed under frivolous greed
virtue argues with imaginaton's crippled flutter
truth nudges pride, alter egos draw blood
hope lights up the coridoors of remorse
an experience whispers life into decaying dreams
the phantom of a lost love flits past
its forgotten reassurance warms me
I watch amused, the outsider inside.

Hear me

Hush...listen closely...
there...can you hear her soul shatter
a million luminous little pieces
her mind romps over the shards
she aches and writhes
walks over blood-washed floors
her angel gently shines over
she turns a shivering shoulder,
a stifled sob
the day dawns...
she readies herself
vainly, she defies the ghosts in vain
a hint of a smile glistens on her tears...

Look my way

Look my way
see beauty steal upon me
the cloth ripple over.
scratching.
soothing
your eyes fondle and sculpt my body
i writhe in the agony of knowing that you can, at will,
create an illusion so vivid,
I can touch my mirrored reflection.
Hear the embers crackle in my heart's glowering silence
abandond.
exiled.
Touch the ache piercing my shapeless melted self
as it throbs life through me
the pain.
I selfishly indulge in self-indulgence.
I lean towards then rip myself way.
Sighs whoosh out a tired, expectant mouth
hands wring each other throttling wrists in vain.
jealousy romps over me as I watch you exhale.
inhale.
I'd flutter into a wisp of wind.
To be breathed in, breathed out, breathed on
If I didn't know you better, I would love you.

Soulful murders

there there
it hits me straight
just where I thought nothing could touch me
as frustrating
as a writer's block
as agonizing as getting lost
in the alleys of my memories
one moment I'm gliding
a princess of my universe
content
screaming out my happiness
for anybody to hear
anybody, everybody
and then I'm lying in a pool
of my bloody tears
oh-so-salty
oh-so-putrid

oh thankyou
someone just turned the lights on
and my wasted eyes
are making unhappy shapes mirrored in my tears a shivering heart
consoles a tired mind blinding lights ridicule
me
splayed in misery
shadows giggle at a private joke
on a pathetic slain soul.

Lawless love

Let her be the breeze
on your tear-stained cheek
let her be the sunbeam
for your sodden dreams
let her waltz through your thoughts
to a quirky tune
let her embrace you
the light of a moist moon

even when she prays for you
she flatters herself
to believe she has the power
to protect.to destroy.to love.to cherish
she ekes out happiness
from her miserly existence
narcissism casts an ugly shadow
over a pathetic tiny ego

Bashing blues

She is stretched across contradictions
threads of sanity pulling either way
hell threatens to engulf, to break free
heaven beckons, a teardrop away

will the lady allow herself
the comfort of memories so withered?
would she rather threaten "now" to collide
with her. bitter,war-paint smeared.

she gasps in mouthfuls of pain
brokenly breathes in that smell
of her soul breaking into mirages
collapsing into a shell.

yearning, bruising, she opens those eyes
will you hold her this one last time
she lies there torn, demanding pity
proudly begging you to hold her right.

Mooning over her dawn

The day is closing its weary arms
in a humble defeated bow
to the darkness creeping upon it
with the stealth of a friend for a backstabber
gnawing from the front

The moon she alights: quirky , all smiles
cherubic in her guise of white simplicity
she quivers with anticipation
the night beckons
with sheafs of urgent darkness
wolves howl echoes to the winds' ragged breath.

In her stolen silent light,
the ugly revel
thwarted in daylight, set free
by the pitch murkiness of a night
feeble footed bats
pesky scrambling rats
wide-eyed owls
snarling wolves
lovers entwined
figures distorted
as shadows play
rude games with her light.

She stares below
condescending
haughty
anguish highlighting dark blotches
where ebony fingers tarnish the ivory.

She fervently awaits
for her light-bathed knight
for whom golden hues dance
for whom her light pales in a sigh
for whom holding her breath
prolongs the agony
of another love-washed wishful night

Dawn cracks,
she reigns him in by the fragile thread of flattery
he is the king of dawn
the slave of the moonlight
he blooms as she fades
ending the darkness
and her night of glory
she blushes into oblivion
reveling in his triumph
as he rides in, supreme,
a sore second to her charm.

Iss raat ki subah nahi

she's fading into the obscurity of her endless thoughts
a pit of
hissing snakes
torrid storms
silver linings
sobbing maidens
sly pranks
loud chatter
air
caustic claustrophobia
try as she might to come to an end, a conclusion,
she falls
further
into the vacuum of too much
where the silence
and
the noise
battle with treacherous swords
leaving her distraught
in shreds
groping
for answers
to a lost cause
to a won war