Runaway Girl

By Manish Singh A

The wake Owl on a dark night, 

Was for once, happy to be awake, 

As he felt the feeling and meaning

Of falling in love romantically 

For the very first time.

His usual big, round eyes

Looked even more stunned

To blink, make a move or hoot

When he set them on an insomniac Starling

Who looked brighter than the full moon,

And was seated like a fairy on the opposite roof,

Singing her heart out to an audience-less night.   

She couldn’t sleep for nights, 

And he fell for her deeper with time.

His nights had turned dreamily romantic, 

And his dreams had turned cinematic, 

Until one day, when her lost sleep 

Had returned back to her and

She decided to join back the fleet. 

She flew away the next dawning, 

Unaware that the only secret admirer  

That she had would be left-alone estranged,

And in her sudden absence and withdrawal

His nights would never be the same. 

Well, it wasn’t the first time that I’d seen

Someone falling deeply in love, 

In the stillest of forms,

For a runaway girl. 

By Manish Singh A