The Humming Bird Thus Sings Its Song Poem by Suriya ...

The shortcuts were never there
The love that never understood the pain
The tears they keep streaming through
The days and nights, in silent pain
I dont want to live a life of farce
Nor am I an escapist to run away
Its that my life is not mine anymore
I live a life for others to please
And its been always my way
why then that it seems a farce
That all suspicion takes over
Takes over you, takes over me
Oh Iam no different from any of them
You say, I have been like the rest of them
There has never been a better life
For me at this moment of time
I have not been looking at things that
have come to stay, come to be my way
Now i see, that its a matter time
Before everything falls in place
the soft voice becokens you
Soothes you, sings you a lullably
Against the coarseness of the a
A vulgar rant, ire and a mockery
That shocks you and takes you away
from the sensitive small one.
That was yours and yours alone
And whats left over of me
Is an equally shocked mind
The shards, the broken pieces
Of dreams that are never meant to be?
But just another mockery of me
There is no spirit here, no spirit alive
There is no spirit here to soothe the mind
There is no spirot here, to love in blindness
It has been so, it has been my life
The humming bird thus hums its song
This small life, this small undying spirit
This life, this burning embers of undying love
The humming bird thus sings its song.