I Am A Lonely Bird Comments

Life is now like a lonely bird that sings Constant without rest for unknown motivation having no motive.

Having nothing to do or to think, I am a vagrant soul with nothing to munch, Like a bird lost in space with sudden strom, I am out of myself and no path to get home, I am a homeless bird singing outside

My indomitable spirit and ambition, With the cessation of dream I am lost, I am lost like my lost dream, Having nothing to do or to think,

I am a bird lost in space, I am lost within my dream, Within my exasperating dream, The dream that is selected for naught, My dream was to conquer me

Life is now like a lonely bird that sings Constant without rest for unknown motivation having no motive..............An observation penned so elegantly.

A well inked poem, Prabir.....10+++++++++++++++

Sadness, with a depth of greater darkness of any ocean permeates through your words, that loneliness overwrought the mind into its own prison is the theme that is captured within this poem. The sky is full of limitless flights, but its canvass is a hollow echo without someone to fly with. Your humanity is captured in this Poem Prabir!

I am out of myself and no path to get home, I am a homeless bird singing outside, The world is too much to rest, Too dreamy to break the dream, .........../// superb and what a great writings this is

(3) Thanks a lot for sharing the poem. I would like to quote a few lines as under: My dream was to conquer me With the cessation of dream I am lost I am a vagrant soul.... a homeless bird

(2) His unique imagery is full of philosophical thought of a warrior who is fighting without his arms and armour and also lacks the winning spirit. I appreciate the poet's skills which as a reader I always find remarkable but the streak of pessimism, desolation and detachment for the sake of something otherworldly is beyond comprehension.

(1) The poem seems to be an extension of poet's quest for dreamless fragrance with dreamful pain accompanied by nothingness, Joylessness and a breathless state. His 'indomitable spirit and ambition' seems to have been lost somewhere through his journey.

Lost in space! ! With the ace of the wind. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

What an expression. Your words fly high. You're condor of the poetry. Bravo, my friend.

Without a dream, without a want, an ideal, we are all irremeably lost. Extremely well expressed, we feel your vital pain fully. A very profound and humanly poignant work.

Wow! Such a unique poem! ! I just love this! ! ! I am and then followed bu innuendos of what I am not! Extremely creative which is the the makings of a true blue poet!