Sialia's way

Sialia's way

                                                                                                 

Birds on my window, see me lay, 

glancing over the curtains, and starts to say,

Rise & shine , how long will you stay, 

i just sigh & say its okay,

i look ''blue'' , my friends say,

an instant grimace took over my face,  out of all the colors why,

why only blue have this fate, sensing and showing the phases of cray,

people judging it, obnoxiously,  a color that itself is so rare.

Do you know the strongest force in play?

Mother nature, some highbrows say,

well, are you aware of the illusion it make, pretending to be ONE, and still fails, 

For blue, that she can't make, illusion of the reality, takes place.

Or maybe , its just us to keep it that way, 

maybe its just a validation of hope as I say,

For perception is reality as the artists pay, 

maybe beauty is what in ''blue'' lays.

To have a dream, with ''Sialia'' chirping away,

Here & there , forever they stay,

So the conscience once again find a way, 

to look through them and love them anyway,

bringing down the fact, it's the joy for that they make way,

that to see them, is witnessing the life long happiness i say,

to see them , is actually living the real way,

oh! but what if, that's just  something i say, 

so I just sigh and say its okay.