A Sparrow

As I was getting ready for another day,

I heard a pecking noise on my window.

All right already!

And there he was, a little sparrow.

He flew and sat on my hand

And tried to tell me something.

Little friend, I cannot understand

Whatever you are saying.

On my table was a picture of my family

Which the sparrow knocked down.

That was unnecessary, buddy!

And thus made sense, that pecking sound.

My new apartment stands over his old one,

It was I who was pecking.

I invaded his house while he was gone,

And it was I who wasn’t understanding.

~ The Rightful owner had returned

Wrong or Right

Just remember, it is alright.

 

 

A game is what comes to mind,

Rules of which aren’t very clear.

Spectators perception is what the players find,

Validation is the sign of fear.

Game is called Decisions.

For every turn we roll the dice,

3 sides Wrong and 3 Right.

Yet we fail for we think twice,

Every Decision is perfect from one particular sight.

Your Sight.

Whatever happens there is a reason,

Following your choice is no act of treason,

Life should be carved out as per your precision,

There is nothing Wrong or Right but the situation.