The Tale of a Song

A beautiful little red bird,

Perched at the knot of the Willow

A tale, many spells ago.


Green meadows, waters ran cerulean

Her plumage, gloriously shone scarlet and rust,

pride of the vast Willow.


When came clouds with thunder,

She feasted on the sweet morning’s dew.

Nighttime, the Willow, her haven.


She fared faraway lands too.

On return she; the Willow stood leafless,

searched the tree for warmth.


Gingerly, she touched down upon,

the frozen branch, of her faithful guardian.

Kindled with her heart’s flames.


She broke into a cry,

The song of her ancestors, and her’s,

from another time, another place.


Pristine snow around the tree,

bore ashes, red and rust turned grey.

Night heard Willow’s silent cry.


Come day, the frost melted.

The willow donned an armour of green.

Scarlet wings rose from grey.



Along the sidewalk, he strolled aimless
As, for that night, he was homeless.

With a whistle on his lips and a twinkle in his eye,
He paused a while, to look at the star studded sky!

Even with his apartment at a stone’s throw,
The bespectacled guy had nowhere to go.

He reached a bus stop and took a seat.
Everything tonight seemed so neat.

Through the pair of glasses, he had just bought,
His eyes saw everything that they had sought.

First came a lady and with her little girl,
And he silently listened to their tales unfurl.

Along came a man walking his black dog,
Behind them was his wife, on a jog.

The dog came to him and sniffed his shoe,
Happily, he petted the dog too.

With a loud screeching break, a bike had stopped,
And off the bike, the rider’s girlfriend hopped.

While they chatted about a movie song,
A guy smoking a cig came along.

He constantly kept checking his phone,
While voices at the stop sounded like bees in a drone.

Towards the bus stop, three teenagers ran,
While slowly walking towards it, was an old man.

As big lights flashed in his eyes, he saw the bus,
Everyone got up at once, and so began the rush.

As the last person to climb, stood on a bus step,
And zooming with the speed of a convertible, it left.

While he sat still, on the bus stop seat,
He wondered who else, would he meet.

He gazed across the starry sky.
Tonight, he was a homeless guy.

A Magical Night

She sat by the window, on a cold winter’s night,
With books in her hand, and not a Geminid in sight.

She struggled with the iron bars and crammed her neck.
And yet no meteors fell for her sake.

She looked at the mismatched socks, she wore in a hurry,
The stars suddenly seemed to be so blurry.

She clutched the blanket closer to her,
And closed her eyes as sleep won over.

She stood in a forest, covered with snow,
And in the middle of it, she saw a fire glow.

She went closer and found a tall talking tree,
A river gushed through the woods, along with a wind so free!

The fire danced to the wind, under the moon.
On the river’s music, the tree sang a whimsical tune.

Forgetting herself, she clapped and cheered.
And no sooner, had the Gods of the Elements disappeared.

At midnight, she heard a bark and opened her eyes,
Out of the window, she saw a dog of a big size.

Then appeared a man, as if out of a sketch,
He threw a stick, for the dog to fetch.

She watched them together only to realize,
that, it was Santa and Rudolf, in a clever disguise.

Though not a Geminid in sight,
It was yet a magical night.

May this Winter bring Joy to you! Share some laughs, spread the cheer. Believe in Magic.
Merry Christmas!