Homing Birds

Homing birds twitter at the end of day
Winding to the tree whence they came.
Fluttering, flapping, dipping as a gay
Group of friends on a dusty road
Trailing home the smell of evening sunlight.

How do they find their way?
Perhaps that one there is lost.
Dragged to a magnet that has held its sway
The last ten thousand years or more.
I see it, upside down, rudderless, absorbing
Each breath of wind under its shivering wings.

I see it alight on a tree, far from home
Amidst an alien green of foreign leaves
Desperate as the blood fades in the aerial dome
That has already changed past recognition.
I see it, a black steadfastness of arrogance,
Unmoving as the conviction of being right.

Perhaps it will spend the night there
Ignorant of the revolution of the world
While it waits a while here.
In the morning, the sky would have changed
For another bird; for this one here
It is lost forever.

All of a Sudden

"Oh yes, that's right, thank you; perfect timing too, right when I'm in the middle of moving out."

I've been having tons of ideas popping in my head like jellyfish. It's funny that they decide to make an appearance right when things are screeching to an end. In another two weeks, I will have left this place, never to return. Consequently, my days right now are a jumble of studying for the (foolishly named) final exam, packing bags, filling boxes and discarding meaningless "oh-I-must-keep-this-with-me-forever"s.

I'm brushing the broom against the floors that never seem to be any less dusty, looking at the particles of Delhi outdoors dancing in a streak of sunlight when "tick-tock-tick-tock..." they come pouring in from nowhere in particular. 

"Oh, but you can't do that." I say.

I take my phone and hastily type whatever I can so that I may remember later on. 

But one never quite does, right?

One day I shall write a memorial for all the ideas that I have lost. Oh, here's another.. 

Just a bit of words

I wander wondering
If wonder is a wonder
Of wondrous proportions.