ramesh rai

Gold Star - 17,697 Points (13.12.1955 / howrah)

Black Bird - Poem by ramesh rai

The black bird is singing
in the dead of night

The black bird is singing
to unfurl her beauty
in the dead of night
when the entire creation is
enjoying sub-conscious melody of life
the black bird is singing
sitting on the top of garret
breaking the silence of mid-night
her voice is echoing
from earth to sky
making an effulgent craft
to decor the night
sucking all griefs of life
preparing for a better tomorrow.


Comments about Black Bird by ramesh rai

  • Rookie Gnossienne (3/23/2014 12:35:00 AM)

    Stunning imagery that evokes the magic and mystery of her song.

    'the entire creation is
    enjoying sub-conscious melody of life'

    Its metaphors such as this that make trawling this site so worthwhile. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 144 Points Rubab Atwal (3/8/2014 6:35:00 AM)

    an immensely beautiful poem..loved reading it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Charles Monroe (3/4/2014 5:01:00 AM)

    Birdus Blancus
    White Birds and Vipers
    Investing in Diapers
    She crawls towards the light
    And cries out the night
    Impolite.
    I'm not that much into Right
    So you write, right?
    No I... Right Write-
    But do not know if I Write Right,
    Only when I ... Write-Write
    'Right? , Right? '
    These damn birds in the twilight
    Had to be white-white
    I'm losing your eyesight
    In the Tokugawa Era:

    -In the Ancient Pond
    The Frogs Jump and they Enter
    The Sound of Water.-
    - - Matsuo Basho (translation by Charles Monroe)

    Though blurred in the vision
    Return in position
    'Them White Birds Fur Dinna'
    They burn in the kitchen-
    Now quitin' yal bitchin!
    I Rummage with ramesh
    And rubbish the language
    Wordsmiths with Wordsworth
    The Woodworks of Wordsworks
    We heard how the word works
    The Ink-smiths with pink slips
    The finest of bean dips
    With chips from long trips
    Of lands from afar.
    I am boulevard night decor
    Graffiti on Anti-Graffiti
    I am but imagined words;
    I am the White night-bird.
    P.X
    3.4.14 2: 57am
    Los Angeles, California
    ramesh rai respect (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,229 Points Geetha Jayakumar (3/2/2014 1:23:00 PM)

    Beautiful flow of words...
    sucking all griefs of life
    preparing for a better tomorrow.
    Beautiful way you have captured the black bird. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 5, 2014


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