Its raining so heavy now..sitting here with my back against the window
i could feels the pounding..so violent indeed..i looked out to see
nothing remains in its original forms..all distorted..the strong winds pulling
things here and there..left and right..top and bottom..as if tearing
everything apart...reminiscent of events in real life
yes this is real my dear of what I'm hearing..its so loud and alive..
very much alive indeed

People nearby seek shelters wherever they could..escaping the thunderous
rain..but where will the little bird go for the wind is too strong
to fly against..for the branches of the tree are just too shaky to hold
onto..
one tiny body against a monstrous power..even the steely built of
determination would succumb..flatten on the ground and the rain will go
on..with its haunting wheezing sounds..as if in celebration of a game..
won without any fight..flatten there the bird will try to fly..only to
be thrown back onto the ground..harder still this time..the pain surged
within its tiny fragile frame..its wings collapsed

I hear the rains pounding again this time..louder than just now
..challenging the poor soul as if to come and stand amidst its strength
..i am there in heart and soul..i have been there all these times even
when no one sees..it ain't suppose to be anyone else sights..wont make
it to any cinema i am sure..for there is just one tiny being...me
against the turmoil within myself...with the jagged blades of life..
slicing and cutting every single moves i tries to make..all battered
and bloodied to the bones...

The little bird looks up the sky..asking why must this be?
Trying to be strong..the rocketing raindrops stopped him there and
then..the pain is so unbearable..can feels its bones being cracked and
broken up..knowing his time is so near to an end..a new beginning of
and end some say..choking back tears it attempts one final move..
a finale in the making..its tears never did see the world..the rain
zoomed into its eyes and splashed out both..filling its eye sockets
with rain..its head swells with the rain filling its skull violently..
tearing its head from its body..just one slow haunting twitch of
movement..
like a slow motion event..one last breath..it's final breath..
and he is gone..gone not to be missed by no one..
buried in an unnumbered grave the body lies..of where i can never
know..
what i know the little bird will be there as i wait at the end of the
rainbow..to hear how my flight in life goes when i whisper them all
through the wind..

little bird..little bird..if being alive had made you so miserable..
maybe in death you will find comfort and peace..for there i hope the
rain would be just a mellow thing..making your flight just a gliding..
for there i hope there would be what you seek all through your short
lifetime..
i don't know what is it..for i am same as you..seeking and not finding..
how could i find when not knowing what to find..ahhhhh it ain't fair to
me..nor to you little bird...
I'll hold you close in my heart..to remember that in you i sees myself..
we are of two different beings..but u have blood as red as
mine..breathing in the same air on this earth..you are gone now dear
little bird...fly the wind of eternity..i be there soon..someday..
when i am there..please fly to me...have a stop on my bloodied
shoulder..
for i am missing you so much now...
I wish we spent more time together but we didn't..for which i have all
the regrets in my life for missing that...

I must go now little bird...you always be here in the most sacred place
in my heart..i would make it your nesting castle..peace be with you little
bird..

You will be there when i hear the thunderous rain coming again..
You will be there when i look up the sunny sky of things in flights..
You will be there when there are tears in my eyes....
for all these are the stories of our lives...
for i am the little bird now...and i see the rain is coming ...............