birdie blues

trapped in the urban jungle
steaming hot air from searing asphalt
a tiny yellow butterfly flutters
spins and twirls trying to rise
from tarred road
when whoosh black rubber tyres
run over it
a bird flapping its wings
and dashes here
and there in utter confusion as
bright neon lights
overpower it
It lands on the top
of the street light
its shadow
cast upon a
haloe of light
amidst the
bright neon lit
city.
waiting for the
soothing darkness
to fall.
sleepless like
the lonely soul
in front of a flickering
screen
waiting to disconnect.