A Blue Bird Came In My Night

A Blue Bird Came In My Night

A Poem by Sujash I. Purna

An owl flew late in the eventide

At first from a bough and then to a spire of a church

I sat below some shades


Crabwise, an amateur reader

Of signs, foresights,

Then I dipped my eyes in a pond of muse

I pared down to my skin on every silent wave

And felt the coldness shivering me to the bones

When a strange blue bird with its strange blue beak

Came in my night, sat perched on the nearest bough

Sang her own blue melancholy…

To me and I

Listened to her aptly

She sang of her days…

Tender yet full of grace

She was a blue-eyed girl

With dark gold tress

And she never knew the world

Outside the one she belonged, her idyllic one

She placed her faith in every flower vase

That adorned her room...

With the flowers she loved so dear…

Every blossom she smelt and filled up her heart…

Caressed the petals that beamed at her.



But once she came across a strange one

Stranger it was,

With blooms she in her life never had seen.

Of juxtaposed colours, of juxtaposed fragrance

That she hardly deciphered the real colours

In every morn her eyes roamed amid the crevasses

Her days became obsessed, nights oblong,

She craved to know…she craved to know…


Overwhelmed she rushed one night to that outlandish vase

Hypnotised and slowly she ran her trembling fingers

Thorns shot at her from those uncanny flowers,

Bleeding her skin, breaking her dreams

She gasped for breath, tears rolling down her cheeks

From alabaster she turned slowly to blue

Wings grew in her hysteria and thus she now

Sat before me perched, a blue bird

In an endless night…

© 2012 Sujash I. Purna

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:O I have to keep saying it again and again; you never cease to surprise me! You never will! You are a Poet, my sweet child, a true Poet. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

I chose this poem because of the title: it intrigued me, so I read on. The work has a lot of imagery which works well and you wonder where the words will lead you - until you reach the end of the work. I like the poem very much: it says to met all that looks beautiful is not necessarily so. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I cant say this is beautiful. its not the perfect word.
I cant say its awesome even, its not the perfect word.
I cant say i loved it, its more than that.
What i can say, either you've understood it by now, or i'll keep it into me.


Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

pure magic

Posted 9 Years Ago

you have a wonderful way of writing, its almost musical. more than just poetry here.

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep poem! Loving the imagery. This poem can really make you feel! I love it! another beautiful poem and such power wrapped around. =D
Fantastic write! ^o^ I enjoyed reading this.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Great. Just perfect.
The imagery is spot on, and I loved on how you used such old words to describe it all so wisely. And it leaves you curious.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow, so deep and great imagery. Very nice. "Her days became obsessed, night oblong, she craved to know...she craved to know..." Such power and beauty within the words. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Sujash I. Purna
Sujash I. Purna

Kirksville, MO

Wotcher! I am Sujash and I ramble. I am a freshman at Truman State University from 2012(isn't it this year???!!!). I'm looking forward to a dual major in Creative Writing and Music(Performance) .. more..


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