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The blue Kingfisher goes away flying. Goes away crying. The cries are shrill. The calls are distant. The blue Kingfisher hasn't seen his face, the one he calls. I've been watching this go on for a while and there are reply echoes now. The echoes are heavy, like the train of thoughts that is threatening to derail itself and split itself in two halves. You are a messed up kid in love. You're the kind of person who likes to live inside a chaotic little head space and accommodate all your heart burns, all your head burns, your collision bruises, the high end falls, all inside that space that is marked taken. The Kingfisher calls. And it flies away. So get up, kid. Chase that blue and set it free. Give it a chase, kid. A birdsong (6) #abirdsong #yourquote #yourquotebaba #yqbaba #yqquotes #birds #heart

The blue Kingfisher goes away flying. Goes away crying. The cries are shrill. The calls are distant. The blue Kingfisher hasn't seen his face, the one he calls. I've been watching this go on for a while and there are reply echoes now. The echoes are heavy, like the train of thoughts that is threatening to derail itself and split itself in two halves. You are a messed up kid in love. You're the kind of person who likes to live inside a chaotic little head space and accommodate all your heart burns, all your head burns, your collision bruises, the high end falls, all inside that space that is marked taken. The Kingfisher calls. And it flies away. So get up, kid. Chase that blue and set it free. Give it a chase, kid. A birdsong (6) #abirdsong #yourquote #yourquotebaba #yqbaba #yqquotes #birds #heart

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The two buckets I'd laid outside are full to the brim now. It has been raining for three days with no respite. You know, the longer wild grass is growing fast and I don't want to trim them just yet. The tendrils are like a lover's hands, fingers reaching out to hold on to the edge. The roots, deep. But fragile. No. I won't trim them just yet. I want a backyard full of them. And I want a vase full of black and white piano rhythm skits. To play them from the beginning. From the end again. On repeat. Over and over again. And again. Till the roots are too deep to uproot. Let me make a home in front of that backyard. And call it home. Let it be home. It shall be home. A birdsong(5) #abirdsong #yqbaba #yourquotebaba #yqdidi #yqchallenge #rain Smruti Rekha Patra , thanks for remembering me. This is gratifying.

The two buckets I'd laid outside are full to the brim now. It has been raining for three days with no respite. You know, the longer wild grass is growing fast and I don't want to trim them just yet. The tendrils are like a lover's hands, fingers reaching out to hold on to the edge. The roots, deep. But fragile. No. I won't trim them just yet. I want a backyard full of them. And I want a vase full of black and white piano rhythm skits. To play them from the beginning. From the end again. On repeat. Over and over again. And again. Till the roots are too deep to uproot. Let me make a home in front of that backyard. And call it home. Let it be home. It shall be home. A birdsong(5) #abirdsong #yqbaba #yourquotebaba #yqdidi #yqchallenge #rain Smruti Rekha Patra , thanks for remembering me. This is gratifying.

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There are things that make sense. There are things that don't. Why does the sparrow even get itself a bath if it dives into the dust and sand, right after? Why do I sprawl out and wait for the red skies to open up? Why do you ask me if I heard the baby crow outside trying to shriek? Like a bird sanctuary come more alive. A birdsong (4) #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #abirdsong #yourquotebaba #poetry #love

There are things that make sense. There are things that don't. Why does the sparrow even get itself a bath if it dives into the dust and sand, right after? Why do I sprawl out and wait for the red skies to open up? Why do you ask me if I heard the baby crow outside trying to shriek? Like a bird sanctuary come more alive. A birdsong (4) #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #abirdsong #yourquotebaba #poetry #love

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I like to think, it were the lights. You know, the sunlight on half of your face. The same sunlight, I try running from and under which the bulbul sings. The bird is tiny and it is learning its melodies, refining them. I like to believe I can add words to its song. Words you invented, words like home, us. You mumbled in your sleep. A birdsong (3) #abirdsong #thecoldair #yqbaba #yqquotes #poetry #yourquotebaba #yqchallenge #yqbabaquotes

I like to think, it were the lights. You know, the sunlight on half of your face. The same sunlight, I try running from and under which the bulbul sings. The bird is tiny and it is learning its melodies, refining them. I like to believe I can add words to its song. Words you invented, words like home, us. You mumbled in your sleep. A birdsong (3) #abirdsong #thecoldair #yqbaba #yqquotes #poetry #yourquotebaba #yqchallenge #yqbabaquotes

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I hear a new bird. It doesn't sound the usual chirpy and I bet its lost its way. I bet all my dreams on this. You know how the rustling grass sounds like, right? You would because ever since you left the grass has been greener on your side. But I won't envy the rain that nourishes the grass beneath you. I'll plant a few flowers on my side, instead and watch them bloom, their fruits ripening, their seeds bursting open. The seeds scatter. A birdsong (2) #yqbaba #abirdsong #musings #yourquotebaba #poetsofinstagram #yqpowrimo #thecoldair

I hear a new bird. It doesn't sound the usual chirpy and I bet its lost its way. I bet all my dreams on this. You know how the rustling grass sounds like, right? You would because ever since you left the grass has been greener on your side. But I won't envy the rain that nourishes the grass beneath you. I'll plant a few flowers on my side, instead and watch them bloom, their fruits ripening, their seeds bursting open. The seeds scatter. A birdsong (2) #yqbaba #abirdsong #musings #yourquotebaba #poetsofinstagram #yqpowrimo #thecoldair

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I won't hold you back like the bird song catching up with you through the creaks in an old house. I'll let you go, instead. If it is to be love, it'll be a mosaic of learning and fidgeting and failing at being ourselves, love and when we cut square chunks from the laid out floor, we'll hope it fits the worn out wood in the old house. So, it goes. Fidgeting and failing. A birdsong(1) #thecoldair #love #yqbaba #yqquotes #yourquote #abirdsong

I won't hold you back like the bird song catching up with you through the creaks in an old house. I'll let you go, instead. If it is to be love, it'll be a mosaic of learning and fidgeting and failing at being ourselves, love and when we cut square chunks from the laid out floor, we'll hope it fits the worn out wood in the old house. So, it goes. Fidgeting and failing. A birdsong(1) #thecoldair #love #yqbaba #yqquotes #yourquote #abirdsong