wrapped tight in brown cloak,
flashing Mona Lisa eyes -
A bird no one heard
Always felt it was cursed.
It served as though it
Deserved to be hurt
A bird all alone in this
world, lost as it fought
with its own ghost.
Forever treated less
then dirt. What’s worse
it entered the world to be
disturbed. But it learnt to
laugh through it and dance.
Come you lonely bird!
Walking forever in this same lonesome street!
Still waiting for my special someone to meet!
I have passed beyond the best of my years!
With each step forward, the blind end nears!
Know how far I've come, not what's left to go!
It has been hard all along, will it always be so?
Hear cheers in houses around my own silence!
I can't put up a fake smile, I know no pretense!
Sometimes I wonder was anyone made for me?
Or I had to live by myself, that were the way to be?
If you are one feeling deserted, join me in my walk!
I want to hear your stories, and have mine to talk!
Come you lonely bird, let's together make our nest!
We'll travel the walkways of life till we're put to rest!
Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)
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Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot!
Came the cry,tree
Seems the world was in
Went I to the window
and Looked into the
empty Darkness. As I lay
down,I Knew somewhere
I would Hear that sound
Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.
Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.
So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.
Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.
I swim to an unknown rocky strand, marooned by the captain's hand,
Up on the barren shore I stand, up on the wave-washed sand.
The sandpipers dance a saraband; could I like the birds withstand?
Held by the bars of a coral band, alone in a rocky land.
barn swallows return
from seasons I've never known
to bring me new wings -
my eyes scan the old dirt road
searching for a summer lost
A bird whose wing was broke
Fell from grace to the ground below
And hopped with a hobbled hop
To my window sill
Where I saw him try to fly,
His beating wings a fluttering
To lift him high and higher still
But back he fell a stuttering
Till at last he stopped and hopped again
To hide among the undergrowth
And as he hopped away
I feared he would not last the night
For birds that flew but cannot fly
Are doomed to die.
Mom looked out the window
at the bright sun. From where she sat
on her front porch couch,
the world outside
the kind of cold that
breaks wood and snaps utility wires. Suddenly a bird
she supposed from the tree that towered over the front of the house,
on the outside window sill.
She caught eyes with the little, black thing and asked it,
"Why am I so lonely?"
But the bird
flew away after only a few seconds,
certainly not enough time to
I wonder if it’s that hard?
I am young and full of years.
I walk this beach every day and watch
The tides come in, and drive back out.
Birds fly gracefully above my head and
The breeze blows sand into my face.
My feet sink into the damp out skirt of the shore
And I splash around in the water.
It’s not easy to come across death and not respond
In some sort of way. I am full of energy
And you lay by my side faded away.
Even though you are only a bird
You deserve a proper burial. Your wings have
Insects circling around them. Buz-buz and zzzz.
They are waiting for me to
Go. But I can’t just leave you here.
What if it was me laying here dead?
I would like to think just because I am human
And you are an animal, we are similar.
We both share the same air,
We both need nourishment, we both live and
We both die. I’d like to think if I were you someone
On this planet would care.
You once flew with that sun kissed colored wings
I walk with these porcelain painted legs
As I take off my white zip- up sweater and show you respect
I gently cover you before the rest of the inspectors come.
How you ended up along this beach
Lifeless and deserted, I shall never know.
Maybe you were sick? Or it was just your time.
But I will give you a proper burial
It’s a seed that I must sow
Showing respect for a life
As the tide comes and it goes.
By: Sabina Nicole
Four white walls
and a bird,
trapped in steel cage
not free, not happy.
The walls they laugh,
closing in, holding
the bird hostage.
just four white walls
on the caged bird.
I hear crying,
tears of sorrow,
so sweet, yet so sour.
It is the bird
trapped in the rusted cage-
No, just my soul
for a warm embrace.
The Hawk flys overhead
soaring everlasting in circles
around the poor field mice.
The Red Sun is now parrallel
to the treeline in the West.
The hawk dives down, like a speeding bullet
and snatches up a small mouse, who was walking
along the corroded barbwire fence,
with his sharpe and dangerous talans.
Six o'clock. Feeding time.
A lover is now gone from the world of field mice,
Just like that.
With the turn of a hand on a clock
With the rumble of a Hawk's empty stomach
now a fellow mouse is gone. Forever.
Sad, isn't it?
serenades the airwaves
searching for his soul mate
lone pelican gliding
against the evening sky
blown in with the wind
hummingbird nuzzles a bloom
and is blown away again
A lonely tree standing tall,
a lonely lark singing its soul.
A lonely wolf howling with grief,
a lonely roe silently breathes.
A lonely sun among the clouds,
a lonely moon among the stars.
A lonely sea, a lonely bee,
a joyfull you, a lonely me.
There is a bird here,
calling back to her echoes;
terribly in love.
Songbird in my front yard
feeding on seed I've thrown
I can see you
because I have become
part of the silence...
Each day I learn from you
as the fish learn from the sea
the Sparrow and the Blue Jay
learn from the wide open sky..
Mockingbird I am lonely today
chant your melancholy in the still air
call for your lost lover
making the stars smile
and your mate to sing back..
Tonight I will chant for my lover
as I look for her in distant stars
perhaps they are all just nests
of celestial invisible birds...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I do not know?
In a world full of illusion it can be hard to find,
Our lonely souls that we hide deep inside,
Almost impossible to tell what's fake from what's real,
Especially when your whole life you're told reality is something you feel,
Now, let's take a moment to think outside the box,
put down your phone, turn off the TV, ignore your clocks,
AN don't be offended this is all just a hunch,
but to me to feel doesn't mean to touch,
When you touch something physical it penetrates skin deep,
Now to feel it in your soul is something truly moving,
a feeling nearly impossible to explain,
but if I had to try Id say its the rainbow after the rain,
or the joy you feel when a child says they love you,
Like that person singing in their car that makes you want to sing too,
kinda like when your hands are full and a stranger holds the door,
seeing and elderly couple walking hand in hand with a love so pure,
If you stay true to you then you will awaken your soul,
That is when, as human, we become truly powerful.
I do not know?
LOST & LONELY
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A BIRD WITH A BROKEN WING,
DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING...
DON’T CARE WHERE I’VE BEEN.
JUST LIKE THAT BIRD I CAN FEEL ME FALLING
SPINNING....SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL...
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING...
FINDING NOTHING AT ALL.
DESPERATE THOUGHTS IN THE NIGHT I CRY,
DISTURBING SHADOWS OF TEARS ROLL FROM MY EYES...
AS I SEARCH FOR COMFORT ABOVE
TOO SOON I FEEL THE DEATH OF LOVE.
AND LIKE THE BIRD WITH THE BROKEN WING
I SACRIFICE MY SOUL
IF LOVE IS GONE...
THEN DEATH IS ALL I KNOW.
I do not know?
A lonely bird
I am a lonely bird flying without it's flock
Always alone no one to turn to
Born alone die alone
Wanting to be loved but turning into the rotten apple slowly fading away , I am disintegrating.
The ugly duckling , the black swan
I am different... I am the real. They are the unreal
Not being their true selves, who are you ? Are you you ? Or are you them.
I am me the black swan. The real one that stands alone and holds my own ground.
I am a lonely bird flying without it's flock