The parrots came back today.

A pandemonium of green feathers crowding the feeder

pushing, squawking for a taste of sunflower seeds.

My mind wanders, the feathery sound clouding thoughts

of time and place, adrift, my heart weeps.

How do I grasp life when it seems to slowly slip away?

Words mute in my throat do not follow

the path of my pen, building up, choking a voice

of freedom and love, the sound hollow

while I feed my needs, pushing, amidst the noise

around this flock of lost souls, to find my way.



“Demented by uncertainty,
Fidgeted by certainty,
That’s how we abide by what we call destiny.”
― Komal Paudyal

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