The little bird of my dreams is singing a song.
It seems to be a happy song
But, only I know the pain hidden under the veil of pretence.
This song reminds me of that day.
I woke up early that day.
I was enamored of the beautiful tune.
I was awestruck at her singing prowess.
But somehow I felt she was not happy.
This became a practice.
The bird was not too near, not too far either.
I used wake up in the morning just to hear her sing.
I used to open my window everyday just to know her whereabouts.
I failed constantly. I didn’t know where she stayed.
The tune got even more sad day by day.
People on the road thought her to be reminiscing the good days.
But I knew it. She was sad.
My dedication payed off.
That little bird of my dreams came flying to me one fine morning.
She sat on the window sill.
“I like this place” she said.
“How do you see?” I ask.
“I am not too near, not too far. I could see your window from the place” she replied.
“Why are you sad? Have some food”
“ I was caged all this while “ she said.
“I have been with someone who pretended to love my songs”
“He would love me whenever I sing but would not take care of me if I am sick”
“He would force me to keep on singing just to gain appraisal from people about his choice”
She stopped.
“So what now?” I asked.
“I broke free and now i can do what i want “ she replied.
She started singing a happy tune.
“You are kind and generous enough to feed a bird, I am grateful to you” she said.
She start singing every morning all the happy tunes she knew.
My day was complete now with her by my side.
She would sing and fly high in the sky.
“ Will you let me go if i wanted to?” She would often ask.
“I love you enough to let you be what you are”
I replied.
Albeit I would often pray she didn’t go.
She was happy to see me.
Singing songs, flying high and coming back to me after a tiring day.
I would wake up listening to her songs .
Wait for the whole day for her to come,
Give her food and a goodnight kiss.
She would sing lullabies so that I sleep well.
That morning wasn't exceptional .
She sang songs and then flew away as usual.
I waited and she didn't come back .
My window was open and the food got stale.
I would imagine how she would sing lullabies to make me sleep .
I kept on thinking and couldn’t sleep.
There was nobody to sing for me that night.
My window was still open.
The next morning I heard her singing the same way as if she is caged.
Yes she is.
Now she has gone even farther.
The tune wasn’t a happy one, but veiled under pretence.
“ There’s no harm in breaking a promise which was never made” her tune said.
I knew it was meant for me.
She was once again taken away.
Not near but even farther.
“ Thank you for the life you gave me “
“Your window had set me free”
“But freedom is not meant for all “
“ Had to give my love for you a curtain call”
Her voice trembled.
I stood perplexed.
The window still open.
The food kept afresh.
My window was never meant to be closed.
The food was never going to lose its value.
My wait is timeless. So is her tune.
I can still hear her even if she has gone far away.