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!
It is quite interesting to note that you are empowered by the dark night and you begin to sing like a night bird awake. It is better than dreaming in the middle of a sound sleep. Let the ghosts walk the earth for a while and if they too happen to hear you, they will will be metamorphosed into angels and elves instantly. A good poem that can be read at night or during the dreary day time, madam Valsa. Hope you are not a somnambulist in real!
Oh! Poet, you rewind my memories Of a no mans land Where I lived for years watching into the dark pockets of night- Thanks
a very scary night u have described Mam as yes am scared of ghosts........cant even imagine myself in this dreadful night amongst the night bird song and the howling of wolves! ! ! ! But your poem carried me in this night world so beautifully experiencing the sight of the night. Very nicely linked it to the poets heart singing his heartaches through poems. Do not ever put your pen down, else we will all have to frown: -) a gud write Mam, as always.
Valsa in our dream when we walk sound is heard Ghost of our thought all dreamt so the concluding lovely 10
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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After reading this poem and after experiencing what you experienced, feeling what you felt and seeing what you saw one can only say there is no wonder that if you decide not to put your pen down, you will keep on exploring the beauty of the audible whispers of the night... the night bird is a rarely experienced phenomenon but by those who spend nights in the eyes, and reproduce these songs of the night birds who have creative and sensitive souls... a masterpiece valsa ji! ! !