On Winged Friend

It was yesterday evening, when I saw a picture of a Green Pigeon posted on Facebook profile and Artist Page; clicked by lovely friend and amazing artist- +Sakina Shikari, during her visit to Thailand recently. I could not resist the urge of writing a poem on the photo.

So, here it goes...

…pluck few berries
for me
O winged red eyed friend
I know not
if they are edible
but
if you do
do fly down
or
fly me up
and
we could have tete-a-tete
perch up on bo tree…

I very well aware, that the piece is real crap & dumb compared to great writes from greatest poets; I have read as of date, but I feel I could express the picture in my plain voice.

Photo Credits to - Sakina Minhaj Shikari. Many thanks for allowing to use the picture, Miss.

Weighty Burdens

I have had written 'Weighty Burdens' almost two years ago. I wonder, how complex and contrast poem did I write at that time. Nevertheless, I now realize, there are people, who judge others/poets/writers as negative personality; just by reading their words/faces and prefer to cut relations. 

What a saddening and disgusting attitude!

But am happy, after two years, I have come to a conclusion with this quotation, I wrote yesterday and that helps me keep sane.

"Complex and or dark writing does not mean; the writer is dark and negatively complicated. Maybe he is trying to give voice to unsaid or untold thoughts of others."

Haiku.

Firstly, I wish to seek apologies for one of the poorest form of photography; since, I am not a professional photographer and or a trained artist to correct them. I am a dull human and a frugal poet compared to others and every poet on earth, who tries to find something worth writing in or at every moment.

Scene in this picture is of a railway station in my city - Ahmedabad, where I was waiting to receive a close relative last month. Since, the train was delayed, I clicked the train chugging in, on platform opposite to me, using my cell-phone.

I have had been thinking and thinking, what is it that I could write on this picture for all these days. Finally, my muse kicked me to write a Haiku, which tells about never ending travel trails of us humans.