Regards to your wings

Regards to your wings

These passing days that I don’t fly,

I remember vaguely the reason when I did.

All I miss are those warm feathers that led-

My wishes fulfilled and my whims protected!

That I had not seen the devil howl;

That I had not seen the flood damage;

That I had not seen the sun set;

Till the raindow snatched my ribbons.

And I blamed you instead!

The chill pricks like your absent words-

I wonder whether your wings were my shroud,

The sun burns like your absent touch-

I wonder whether your wings found my arms a support,

The rains wash away every colour that was left till now-

I wonder whether there had been enough red,

Enough blood,

Am left with doubt!