Only birds have seen the complete picture as they see everything from above. Ignoring dry wind roaring loud, much coarse higher they fly for a bird’s eye view.
No bird has ever turned its eyes away helpless doubting its vision ,perplexed about the images As the sun blazes hot the reality gets transformed it assumes to be a non existing mirage.
Drunk thoughts blur the wind borne sights blinding only people . birds see them clear Time never stands still ,wings flap every minute but the birds see it all along the line of human plight.
Doubles the speed of the wind as wings go motionless reaching places revealing views unknown , unexpected . Lost in thoughts a bird never finds its flight surreal gust holds trees down denying refuge in louring heights.
Nowhere a man returns to broken hearts events are designed to live short in minds. Birds hover over places same; undaunted trace the path of flight pinned in memory.
The birds fly ,many patterns form , sky colors them life is flashy ,the birds watch us change the hues. Every time we turn ourselves into mystery the eyes of birds above, shut tight.
drawing by ShreyaSusan Zacharia