Saturday, November 12, 2011

Birdsong

Hidden
In leaves of grime and grease
She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn
which tower over streets
Of asphalt and horns
And soars into clouds
With pollen on wings
That glitter in the twilight of dreams.

Holed into hours of targets and tasks
I search for her trail of feathers in haze
That light up my lamps at night.

15 comments:

Andy said...

Hello.
Visiting from The Poetry Pantry.

I like the imagery of this.
My favorite lines "She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn".

Thanks for sharing.

Imaginary Dreams

Susie Clevenger said...

I too am visiting from The Poetry Pantry...The imagery is great...I can hear your little bird singing above all the noise...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is incredibly beautiful to read and envision. Lovely work.

zongrik said...

very fragrant poem

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Appropriately, this piece sings!

Mary said...

I can hear the bird, Abin! So often what is truly beautiful remains out of view, but we hear it nonetheless.

Mary Ann Potter said...

Uniquely beautiful. Your imagery is wonderful here. There's a lot happening in this poem.

Morning said...

love birds and their singing.

wow.
elegant imagery.

Jinksy said...

wings That glitter in the twilight of dreams

... That no doubt help the imagination soar. :)

insanebloom said...

Beautiful lines...

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah, a beautiful lyric about the birds that make you happy.

Kay L. Davies said...

A bird in the country is just another bird. A bird singing in the city is a beautiful gift.
Beautifully done.

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

Robert said...

reminded me of the 'bhorer doyel pakhi' in 'banglar mukh ami dekhiyachi'. simply awesome.

Heaven said...

beautiful images.. these lines are lovely:

She blossoms her tunes
And livens our noons
With fragrance of jasmines at dawn

Abin Chakraborty said...

a rare foray into the decidedly romantic...perhaps a welcome respite from my poems of urban squalor.