Stray Birds

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...

Over the hilly town Under the dead nun's gown Have put it down But somehow Can’t find it now     Can’t locate grave of the nun Under the burning sun But I won't give up Will return when the moon shines And the silver fox cries Find my paper crown I will burn the place down Sit atop the banyan tree Enjoying the off spree Watching the world burn free Cherish the moment Enjoy every last scream People burning while still in their dream   Will dance naked over dead bodies Eat the flesh of children And when I am all fed up I will consider my mistakes undone For god is kind Having a sound mind I shall confess all my crimes Beat up my back couple of times My sins, be forgiven And someday   When I meet Him We shall ride horses made of clay And to Him I would say "It was a lovely Saturday!" -Pavan 14 November, 2010