Haifa and the Doves

Haifa told me
that every time you look at the sky,
you will find him singing a different melody.
Which means,
you can listen to infinite songs
by just looking at a blue garment
in a market littered with hopes and dreams.
The sky has a different song,
Haifa believes,
for those who’re looking at it.
For those who have wings,
for those who are looking for wings,
for those who are learning how to weave them,
for those who don’t wish to have any,
(because they fear the fall)
for those who are roaming around with match sticks
(to burn the feathers)
But this isn’t about either of them,
this is for the ones, the sky has never sung for;
For the dreamers, the poets forget to talk about,
because they’re the dreamers
who can’t fly, but float
by bribing the doves of unknown alleys,
who carry them like a letter
with no address.
For the ones who have convinced themselves,
that flying is a hopeless business;
and it is the process of delaying the fall.
Haifa seeks answers from them;
She wonders,
if they will they ever fly again
I wonder,
if they will ever want to fly again.
And every time I answer her,
she pretends to forget her question.
And in this game of forgetting and remembering,
the dreamer lives a little longer,
watching Haifa, along with the doves,
build a home in the sky.
~ Eshwarya Khanna
(Artwork Credits : Kashish Grover)
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