Ephemeral memories

A plumage of memories which are perennial;

Goes on a ride with the road not taken.

Winds and storm kept knocking the wings.!!

Wet and tired wings kept losing the feathers

That are interwoven with emotional touch..!!

Scars started accumulating with the falling feathers;

Creating void space in between.

Poor bird felt that it's the outer scars that burn;

But,

Didn't realize that the inner scars are:

Cold as ice and clear as glass.

When the bird lost the path;

It asked  itself, "Where shall I go?"

Kid who lies in heart said, "Left"

And the grown mind shouted, "Where nothing's right?"

Scared kid whispered, "Right?"

And then mind laughed and said, "Where nothing's left?"