Sunday, June 22, 2008

Come, Blue Bird

Come Blue bird,
The one with the blue neck
That drank of the nectar of death
And lived to tell the tale.
Come, Blue bird,
Bring that nectar
To souls parched for death
The multitudes left uncounted
Because the world only recognises
Souls parched for eternal life.
A brief life can be bliss too.

Come, Blue Bird,
To the ones not counted
To the thirst not yet quenched.

16 comments:

human being said...

it touches a chord deep down in my soul
i read it several times and each time loved it more...
a sweet bitterness i feel here...
and a warm chill...

namaste!

Id it is said...

Splendid! The poem carries a death wish and yet glorifies the dying...

Pardon my ignorance, but is there a significant 'blue bird' reference here?

Dawn....सेहर said...

wow...What a deep meaning tied up with in those words :)
great work
Keep doing it
THanks n CHeers

Manpreet said...

You know what? The NeelKanth is my favorite image too.
I felt a strange connection somewhere upon reading this.
WOnderful, thanks for sharing.

The Phosgene Kid said...

Interesting, I have heard of the Bluebird of happiness, never the blue reaper bird...

S.M.A.R.T said...

This is GOOD! It feels like a positive poem, though it carries such a negative connotation... you've managed SO well!

oceanic mirages said...

tishnagi jo aaj hai,
vo aaj hai, aaj k liye,
jo tham gaye kuch aur din,
ye tishnagi rahe na rahe...
hai dekha kisne,khuda ko,
jo bakhsh de har khwaish,
ye zindagi hi ek dagar,
us manzil ki,
jo ho hamari...

Impulsively Me said...

:)
Am at a loss for words :)

How do we know said...

Hi Human Being: Namaste! Thats a warm fresh surprise coming from you! And am so glad u liked it. As usual, you sum it up perfectly in those 2 words: Sweet Bitterness. Thats what this is.

Hi id it is: This is a metaphor taken from a story about the Indian Lord Shiva, who is said to have drunk the poison and held it in his neck, so he was not harmed. The neck turned blue because of the poison, and the Lord is also addressed as Neelkanth - he of the blue neck. I have taken the metaphor and made it a bird.

Hi Dawn and Manpreet: Thanks! Am glad u liked it.

Hi Phos: Blue Reaper bird.. hmm.. that about sums it up well.

Hi smart: Thanks.

Hi Oceanic Mirages: Wow!! Did you write this?

Hi impulsively me: :-)

oceanic mirages said...

yes i did n this wat ur poem did to me.

The Phosgene Kid said...

Hope the bird has flown! How are you???

How do we know said...

Hi Oceanic Mirages: I want to do this again! :-) u write so well!

Hi Phos: Yes, the bird flew away, as usual. Me fine again :-)

adi said...

yes, sweet bitterness is something that i'll relate too
but somewhere it is much more than of that, i have the pulse, but not the words
someday, i'll write something in reply
u'll have to wait for it till then
:)
and i'm really amused at the way u call her oceaning mirages, seems a bit awkward to me ;)

How do we know said...

Hi Adi: Hello, i do not call her Oceaning mirages anywhere...

I will wait for that post.. really will!

Manish Raj said...

Go Back Blue Bird,
I am happy not counted
before this world.
And I don't need
that nectar of death.

Go Back Blue Bird,
I am still counted
for those who matter to me.
I don't want an eternal life;
Coz I live in eternal bliss.

Go Back Blue Bird,
I have learnt
to live with the thirst.

How do we know said...

Manish: Am just...speechless!!