Sarila Zerdali. J. Lunara' the Last Passion Of Scarlet Red Feather Poem by Jayakumar Jrain

The scarlet bird feather
i could feel
fragrant flowers
blooming in my veins
when i first saw you...
love grew on me...
that feeling felt like
the first bloom of spring.
and just like that,
your name became my breath.
your moonstruck girl...
Woven with dusk and ocean light,
The feather shimmers—quiet, proud.
Every thread remembers flight,
A jewel stitched from sky and cloud.
While someone searches for answers in the stars,
fragile paper birds,
weathered by the wind,
keep flying against all odds.
Sometimes the line between reality and a simple dream is thinner than it seems.
And in those moments,
we might miss what's already happening.
It's up to us whether we truly live or just keep dreaming of what could be.
But I know I'm probably not what,
or who, you need.
And I love you too much
to stand in the way of your future.
I know I already told you I love you,
but I never told you how much.
Maybe my actions spoke for me—
or maybe you still don't see it,
and think it's something shallow.
But it's not.It's as deep as love can go—
the kind that gives without asking,
the kind that would trade its heartbeat for yours
if it meant you'd be okay.

Poem written by artist jayakumar jrain