Stray Birds

Oh! tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfolded wings, for she Learnt from the wind, utter A sigh. 'twas sometime Earlier this night, the wind Overheard the brook, which Whisper'd to a passing creek, of The story the pebbles told, when Down her banks they rush'd And roll'd. 'twas sometime Earlier this evening, the pebbles I threw in the brook, as Many as I could reach, and with Single each, single only was the Name, which escap'd lips of mine Of you. Five and a twenty cold nights Have come and gone, since You went afar and I'm alone. Remember The Adieu I wished? And Nary  has a moment Pass'd in which Have you not been Solemnly missed. And tonight 'tis true What the nightingale sings With her unfoldeed wings, for she Spreads in the open air, the song of My quiescent despair. So tonight I picked up the stones. And With a deep sigh, I Threw and watch'd them Roll. And off they Roll'd! And on they Float...

Dear Stuti, I am substituting this little verse for the traditional "Happy birthday to you, enjoy your day" post on your wall, a 140-character tweet or a forwarded text message. I know it's a little unconventional way to wish someone "happy birthday", but here it goes. Hope you like it. ---- It was the seventh day of the month sixth. A hushed cry echoed through the busy corridors. It drowned in the metal clicks, hurried footsteps, the squalls and hollers. Amid all these she was born. Much like a little angel in the face of the earth. It was a happy day. Days passed. The cries grew louder and clearer. Soon weeks, months and years passed. The cries transformed into a smile. Myriad colors sparkled in her eyes. They spoke of dreams. It was a beautiful smile. The early years. Blossom, wind, rains and heat witnessed her. With the winds, she ran freely. She played hard, sang kicked, cried, scratched and laughed. She threw pebbles in fre...