There was a nightingale in my heart
& sometimes it out-caroled the chaos of the universe.
Whatever sufferings, within me, my fate did impart,
My nightingale soothed my aching soul with it’s symphonic verse.
My nightingale’s eyes shined like an innocent child
& it rested in my heart, as babies rest in their cribs.
But I knew my child, was tenaciously wild
& so I hid it in the cage of my ribs.
My angel of hope sang to me in the dark
As it protected me from my every shattered night.
It quelled the restless beating of my helpless heart
& calmed the war in my mind amidst my plight.
Whenever the moon would blissfully beam,
My nightingale used to look into my eyes.
It sang beautifully like verses from a poet’s dream,
& its awe-inspiring songs made my wounded soul rise.
My nightingale wanted to fly freely like the west wind
But its only sin was selflessly loving me.
For the burden of responsibilities made me blind
& my nightingale’s desire I could no longer see.
My remorse no mortal could ever understand
As I walked alone through the passage of time.
I felt as if I killed my child with my own hand
For my nightingale’s song had lost its rhyme.
Note: Remember when you were a child? How each day you had a new dream? As life moved on, as you grew older & were burdened with the weight of the expectations & responsibilities, you changed. You lost somewhere, you started ignoring your dream & your earnest desires. The nightingale in this poem is a symbol of those dreams & through the medium of this poem I want to reach out to the dreamer in you… There is no greater loss than losing yourself & there is no greater sin ignoring or killing your dreams. So live in the moment, protect your dream & if required be ready to fight for it! Sending love & positive vibes may all your dreams transmute into reality. ❤