Wednesday, 17 November 2010



I have seen a bird
Flying deep
In the blue sky
In the backdrop of setting sun
And its fading light.

Her golden glowing wings
Were challenging the infinite,
She looked like a missile
Going parabolically to the horizon
The meeting point of earth and sky.

But,oh !
I was hell bent to show her
A new heaven that was mine.
So asked her to come and sit
Together with me.
She laughed off my proposal,
And said,"no".

Yet, I said
"Dear bird,don't you wish to realise
Long standing dreams
That lies still in your eyes"
She fluttered her wings and went-up In the sky,
"I don't need anything but wings to fly."she said.

I asked her once again,
"come on and sit with me for a while,
I will show you my world
So big and wide.

She came near me and sat on a wall.
"This togetherness is a bliss for me", she said.
"But what of my freedom,what of my flight",
It was a question for me in her eyes,
Yet she was all smiles.

But I could cleary see
She was happy listening me,
But was wary of magical spell of my words.
And felt entrapped which she most diliked.
She was measuring anxiously
The spanning net of words
With her eyes,
And not the sky with her wings.

She was growing restless
She was fade-up with her idle wings,
'cause she was losing fun to fly.
She implored,"Let me be on my wings,
Let me have my sky.

Suddenly she broke open
The magical spell of words,
And went-up in the sky.
My net of charming words fell apart

She desperately wanted to be
On her wings again,
But not the part of my dreamy flights.
I sadly collected
All my thoughts and made
A memorabilla
In her sweet memory.

Whenever she flew past me,
She hovered over me to see
What I have in the name of she.
But I surely know
She wanted only to fly
As it was her dreams,
It was her life.

But to repent my deed
I made a last request to her,
"Do visit the nest I have made
In my mind , in my heart.
I will keep it ready,keep it clean

And wait
Till ETERNITY to repent
What I have done !
Tried to weave a net
Around her.


  1. wonderful poem ! really wonderful ! You know the art of giving words to the inner conflict !

  2. Dear Rajiv Sir as a student of English Literature and specially poem, I see the spark of a bright poet in you. I donot know how much you write and whether you have published much or not but certainly your few poems give the glimpse of an emerging modern poet. As far as your present poetry is concerned, I recall the poem of W.B.Yeats "A POET TO HIS BELOVED" parallel to this poetry...
    "I bring you with reverent hands
    The books of my numberless dreams,
    White woman that passion has worn
    As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
    And with heart more old than the horn
    That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
    White woman with numberless dreams,
    I bring you my passionate rhyme."...

    These two poems have stark similarity in subject and image. wish you all the best!