Bluebird

Born of longing,
 Swimming through the channel of excuses,
Searching for the bends of truth in silence of  the soul,
Burning slowly from the burden ,feeling ruins,were born by  a cry of players in love  ,

By crossing  road   of anticipation,
Gone souls  that swallowed shame,
In the funnel of time looking for miracle,
Having given someone 's age for that .

Born in fear of catching dreams,
Walking down the cornice, finding  trail,
A broken cup of lived desires,
You couldn 't come into your sleep.

What 's in your name?
Someone's life with painful breaks  or thickened  section of a winding  road,
Diving  into the web of death  and  sharing...
You  are in obsession flexing the urge

Your step that  was received one day,just held the days you accepted,
Without understanding their purpose in desires.
The imposed dreams,Induced  thoughts and sins,
You 're too late to see them!

Brought the day of meaningful  surround.
You didn 't walk as the way was laid,
In history kept  perplexity of puzzles,
Holding an alien day and walking away .

And having  trail of parental sins,
Realizing them for  many reasons ,
You 're closing a permanent track
Which  was waiting for your steps in freedom.

But alas, so late ….
We give ourselves to the wrong desires,
Trying to  be in someones shoes,
Tasting a dream stereotype which was invented   .

Wrong, wrong trail, wrong lines in your mind,
Holding the step that someone needed,
Talked the wrong words by that
And those people who thought truthfully had been forgiven.

But missing the tail of a bird of happiness,
You have not reached the city of dreams,
In the gardens where the treasure willows were drowned,
But false steps were  taken in the previous days.