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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!

Submitted: Sunday, September 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ibnu Din Assingkiri (10/4/2013 10:08:00 PM)

    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.... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,284 Points Anthony Di''anno (10/3/2013 5:38:00 AM)

    Ahh gorgeous Valsa.

    A journey through the valleys of your mind. A really nice poem that I shall enjoy reading over and over again. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 71 Points Yasmeen Khan (10/1/2013 9:48:00 AM)

    A journey through self...it may be taken at a symbolic level like ' The Heart of Darkness'. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,035 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (9/30/2013 10:48:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 135 Points Danny Draper (9/30/2013 9:12:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,927 Points Patricia Grantham (9/30/2013 7:58:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 136 Points Kavya . (9/30/2013 1:28:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 270 Points Sekharan Pookkat (9/29/2013 11:42:00 AM)

    Oh! Poet, you rewind my memories
    Of a no mans land
    Where I lived for years
    watching into the dark pockets of night- Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,402 Points Dinesh Nair (9/29/2013 10:09:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 306 Points Shahzia Batool (9/29/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    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! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 920 Points Elena Sandu (9/29/2013 7:07:00 AM)

    My dear friend, I could read this poem over and over again each time to find something new to feel. Oh it describe so well the travels of the mind, th visits in between the lands the joy of creation! I loved this poem, thank you for your share! (Report) Reply

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