Tiny bird what was your unheard word?
I was sitting beside my window
listening to a soft melody on radio
a song I loved so very much.
You flew out of nowhere
and perched on the branch
beside my window and started
a melody most beautiful and soft.
Desperate to listen to your song
I quickly turned off the radio
but that movement scared you
and you flew away in blue sky.
I went back to my once adored song
with a deep dissatisfaction in my heart.
Did you came to show me the difference
between real and fake, diamond and crystal?
Or you wanted to tell me we often lose
real thing pursuing the false pearls
when we lose it we realise our loss
but cant get the real pearl any more?
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Interesting poem. I was actually hooked with the first sentence for some reason.... I guess the bird by the window made me feel like I was looking through the window at a nice sunshiney day. Aaaaah, don't you like when poetry has that effect on you?
dear brown,
even now when i think of "i wandered lonely as a cloud" by wordsworth i can see those daffodils and that cloud.
when i write poem i keep him in my mind (and tagore), i just try to paint a picture using simplest words.
glad to know that you too are a dreamer like me.
best wishes,
trisha
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