The Song Of A Night Bird Poem by Valsa George
The Song Of A Night Bird
When sleep deserted me
I crawled out of my bed unseen
To delve into the crevices of the dark
With the curiosity of an explorer
And the near comatose of a somnambulist
I walked up and down the steep slopes of the night
Like a night watchman
Without a lantern in his hand
When my legs grew weary
Sometimes I sat on a rock
Covered with moss and lichen
Staring at the dark night sky
With no constellation of fireflies
Flashing their torches anywhere
Sitting there, I listened to the song of night birds,
The rustle of leaves,
The howl of wolves,
And the night wind’s rave
Looking into the dark pockets of the night,
I thought of human mind, a deep gorge
With many an uninhabitable corner
Where serpent desires lie coiled
Scorpions crawl with toxic pincers
Predators roam to prey upon helpless victims
The mystery of the night absorbed me
Her muffled sounds, her dark beauty
Her elusive charm, like thick night fog,
Percolated deep into my consciousness
And I floundered in a fathomless sea,
Swirling in her eddies and currents.
It whisked me away to lands far…far!
But on being washed ashore,
I was in a creative delirium
I am now in No Man’s Land
Where everything is in a coma of stillness
Where no light glimmers
No door ajar
And no one in sight!
Here the poet in me breaks open
The somnambulistic comatose
And down way flow my thoughts in indelible ink
Which only I can read
Like a night bird
Roosting among the branches of a tree
I sing of my heart aches,
Of my yearnings and longings
In the barely audible whispers of the night,
My song reverberates in the eyeless abyss down,
And the dark desolate valleys below
People say, ghosts walk the earth at night.
Oh! I am not scared!
I am not eager for the dawn to break,
Nor want to put my pen down!
I thought of human mind, a deep gorge With many an uninhabitable corner Beautiful song of the night bird exploring the corners of the mind. It's real. It's surreal. It's natural. Seems to delve into all areas. Thank you.
A great creative write. Let us wander always untethered and walk sleep or in waking dream and journey to places unknown safe or dangerous but always confronting and challenging of our imaginations to draw out inky blood of sweated mind and never know enough and never tire or searching those calling from those elusive dark void beaks. Thank you for a great poem.
There is a saying that night time is the right time. Just sitting in the dark night can fine tune the senses. It helps you to delve deep in the surroundings and to do some soul searching. Sounds, aromas, and feelings comes alive in this type of scenario. Owls and cuckoo birds sing their melodious tunes; A very potent write Valsa.
Looking into the dark pockets of the night, I thought of human mind, a deep gorge With many an uninhabitable corner Where serpent desires lie coiled Scorpions crawl with toxic pincers Predators roam to prey upon helpless victims.....best observative lines. This is really a beautiful philosophical poem having stunning expression with nice penmanship.10
Like a night bird Roosting among the branches of a tree I sing of my heart aches, Of my yearnings and longings A beautiful poem.....................................10
splendid. worth repeating again and again and let imagination run wild in the darkness of the night. let the 'pen' becomes lantern to the night bird. keep singing night bird... keep singing....
A journey through self...it may be taken at a symbolic level like ' The Heart of Darkness'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 10:47:43 AM # 1.0.0
a delirious journey through the night in poetic trance! penned with flair.