Blue bird of night, poetry by Ujjol Kamal

Sept. 24, 2012 - PRLog -- . . . with an abstract mix of chanted pains, political claims and erotic phantasms - Ujjol Kamal remains true to his own style. Expressing with a mix of anarchism, pathos, and exasperation the simplest and most basic of human needs.


A Blue Bird

A blue bird sings by the bank of the Seine
The sonorous soundless silent silk she takes of off her beauteous buxom sensuous
fairy body very gently and very cautiously to take a bath in the moonlit rill
Where lily and lotus play with the ripples sweet serene
The beauty beat
The beauty breathe
My one-horned Unicorn wag his love-lid
O how she eats him inch by inch
Like a black-hole in the space swallowing up the material immaterial dream
O my lovely loving nymph come to me, come to me
I've been waiting for you since the birth of Ganges, Rome, and Egypt
The mighty Sphinx upon the ageless desert dune stayeth still still
having witnessed the rise and fall of many a civilizations, sage, saint, prophets
virtuous, evil
A blue bird sings by the bank of Seine
She watches as the sky changes her hue from grey to pink, and from pink to
evening ink
The surreal blanket of Heaven is sparkling and twinkling with stars infinite
As the hem of Heaven is about to come down in any minute to save her
soul from the dullness of the meaningless earthly meaning
O the blue bird sings the love songs of sleep
The last songs of the swans rippling through the waves of the
mountainous streams
The elusive sirens are singing upon the half-submerged rocks of the stormy seas
The light-house distant guides the lost ship by the fog-piercing-ray of
his candle-burning iridescent stream

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