send me a thousand birds

meooow

Ese gechi.

=) I needed this happiness.

I only read d first one which i felt was cooly expressed. nice jpb asd always, d great kushal

I've always wondered what I was in a past life.

I know. :*P

a dolphin?

Yes. I was?

no wait. I was a kitten and you were a monkey =D

I am still a monkey.

I am a cat ;)

Well done!

Expressive images... vivid!

Thank you Sandi

song to the ear is food for another. great contrast.

Thank you Karl.

Actually hunger is the plateau where we all meet.

cat's always have needs ;)

We all have needs and it is need that takes us on a ride.

a long hard ride sometimes.

I know. But we did not know we would live our life but now that we are, we better take the ride as well.

true.

We are building a new track for life.

new beginnings indeed. together. a new track and a new train to take us anywhere.

I have only one want ;)

; )

Between two extremes lie many clines and colors. The two extremes are these:

We -- meaning human beings -- move toward pleasure.

We -- meaning human beings -- move away from discomfort.

The question becomes: are we driven by our hunger or toward our satiation?

When a desperate believer prays, what is it he praying for? Happiness or satisfaction?
Hunger is the basic need. Satisfaction begins where it ends. A thinline.

both maybe.

A Desparate man seeks sustenance, so may those whose hunger seeks another game, asking of a name.

disparate distinguishes the man, a puzzle, a pretzel wrapped, perhaps, who knows.

Another intersting side of the proposition. Thanks Dano.

Kushal, we should wish, dream, ask for what we want, not 'give energy' to what we don't want.

In other words, we should wish for a full stomach, not prey our empty stomach go away.

Why curse the dark when you can light a candle?

I needed to read that...thank you for this comment karl...light a candle is what I shall do indeed.

Good ole' metaphor of half fulled glass comes here.
Actually we wish half-mindedly. There is negetive feeling at the corner of wishes. If it is not fulfilled...

That's the basis of intent, Kushal. If we wish with intent, if we act with intent, instead of half-mindedly, we stand a better chance of getting what we think we wish.

Anytime, Dawn

The darting eyes of someone who asks of a man with only a first name, a coincidence and a phisher as well. Your questions I know, if elusive I may be of an answer, but sometimes there may be peace in a sublime piece that conveys a bit of a puzzlement.

Wish is what has kept me alive. Thank you karl. It is what make me writing.

OK, Dano.

Dano, answer is something we already know but untill this moment we've not understand.
Karl, like the second poem here; wishes have many skins. Which one does it slip into today? A juvenile may wonder.

Tegore once said, (Unofficially and loosely traslated) what we want is what we do not/ what we get is wrong

There are places along the tracks of my life,
where my wandering eyelids sought,
the solace of a soul I did not know,
too many the truth be told.

The disparate eyes of a seeker?
the merely inquisitive mind?
the answers sometimes lie behind the eyes.

The evening beckons my sleep,
four papers for one who calls my number,
rather than my name,
before I may slumber.

Before you may slumber
a simple bird may call you
tell you that you are never
awake anymore.

Sorry. It just came out. Fantastic Dano. I always wait for these.

The birds I can see, I worry for the trouble of others. I am not in Texas tonight, but I feel the same rage that is only settled by my reason at times. It is what we do not know that we most fear.

I have felt it every morning.

I am usually quite calm. It is the senselessness of a loss such as that that has my temper flared. Whatever lay behind it all will be no replacement for the lives lost.

my birds call my kitty!
I like these a lot.
If we could always know each others, and our own, past lives!

We do.

inherently, but to recall all our past lives would mess with the karma!

the ole' sayin'...mistress karma's a b**ch

Very nice. Thanks for sharing

Thank you Debbie

Hi Debbie, Why did you take the icon? I liked the old one.

I actually had some people request that I put this one back. Said it was easier to find me-LOL
He's a funny little guy

I don't remember which he was, but the laughing is memorable, if a bit sophmoric. I didn't think it fit your character. Then again, as with most here, I know you only by your writing.

I don't know how you do it Kushal, but some how it all comes out right.

Thank you Jasper.

I have a few hours to think over a few problems in Business Law. Their meaning seems fairly uncertain on the written page, apart from the people themselves.

Goodnight All.

Goodnight.

That is wonderful poetry, Kushal Poddar, simply top notch, as usual.

Does the cry of the birds, by calling your name, drive you to sacrificial madness for the cat to spare themselves? Or are the birds more like their mistress, Rhiannon?

Reincarnation. I believe in it. So do you really remember your past lives, or is this just a game with words you're playing?

I def. believe in reincarnation.

I do not remember. But we all have seeds of them. It is science in a way.

It is a science, yes.

Well, Ku, you do remember some...

What happens when you give up wishing altogether?
Is that giving up?
I don't think it is...I believe that it's just that some think that their wishes don't come true. Possibly because none of them have?
What do you have when you stop wishing, even for the most basic things?

Hurt. I might be at that point right now, as may many others.

I wish for others, not for myself.

You are wonderful. Take care Marilyn.

Kushal, these poems give me much to think about. Wishing and wanting, reincarnation, desire, need, hope and despair. You have filled my night now with thought.

lynn I am glad to entertain you.

Oh Kushal, you've presented quite a riddle, here. If the birds' calls, as I presented them, represent truths about various types of human beings (or at least human behaviors); and if the bird who calls your name (represents the person you are), calls out the truth; and your neighbor's cat who seeks to eat the bird (truth) calls out a competing voice; and you put on earphones to listen to the record of the birds' calls; and if this strengthens you in pouring yourself (truth) out to the neighbor's cat to appease its need for the birds, but only with their sound, that is, with the truth they represent; then you are seeking to enlighten your neighbors, helping them to discover who they are and what is true. I may have this substantially wrong; it is a riddle. This understanding would fit well what you do, my friend, and I would be most gratified to have contributed to germinating in some tiny way a beautiful blossom of it. If I am way off base, I have at least had the enjoyment of your words and a bit of interesting mental exercise. Plus, I can speculate that years from now when university students are studying your poetry in the Literature classes, this one will surely be assigned for them to puzzle over and appreciate. Thereby might I also be immortalized, since the allusion to my poem will be a footnote.

Ha ha ha! If I ever make my way to an University course your note to this poem shall be treated as an authority.

Thanks Kushal for the Poems. Excellent. They are in fact reflexes of a life, an abstract life for that matter, with a lot of wants by some and denials by many.

Thank you Vinod. I hope it is a fine afternoon at your place now.

The first can be seen as a song of sacrifice.

Right John.

Your still up Kushal, long day for you.
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with many thanks
Mark

Thank you Mark. It must be morning there now. Good morning.

I am awakened every morning by the sound of birds already having had their morning flight, neighborly chats and catching flying gnats for their morning meal as I'm lazing and listening. Your poem is a beautiful tribute to all that life.
My yard is filled with the slides and playhouses and swings that have served that little boy through many years of pretending. (Could have been that little boy called you.)
As for hunger: hunger held in the stomach long enough sates itself with the loss of appetite. Maybe it gets tired of waiting and instead of feeling hunger for food, feeds on the beauty of a rose, the smells of others eating or even goes passed all that to a different plane that is only reached in sacrifice.

Thanks Barbara for refering me to Kushal.

Thank you Barbara for this slice of life wrapped as a comment. Beautiful.

Hi Sunil and Kushal! My! Two handsome guys!Hope you both have a wonderful day. You've made mine just seeing you both.

Thank you Barbara for making us meet

Gather is the meeting place and the place for introduction. You are both welcome Kushal and Sunil now you can share all that you find.

Today, I wrote a poem
Does the poem belong to me
Or do I belong to the poem?

The thoughts came freely into my brain
I could have spoken them or let them pass
But I wrote them down like a scribe would do.

Being a receiver of information, I am
But how much has been processed by me?
My past, my childhood, my beliefs, my fears.
Do I believe that I am a clear channel
Or do I really belong to my poem?

Amazing. It is existential.

Richard
Your Poem owns you and as comment surpasses Kushael's poem!

Wonderful questions and poem, Richard!

The first poem is an interesting response to Chris' poem and I have read both. I enjoyed his interpretation, too. The second poem intrigues and is well done, indeed.

Thank you Jenni

Great Poem Kushal.....well done.

Thank you Sunil. It is nice to meet you.

The cat in the first one is definitely hungry. The second is intriging. Thank you so much for this mental challenge. Beautifully written.

I love when you comment Elizabeth.

Thank you, Kushal. You are such a talented and creative writer.

those were great, exspecialy the last verse

Thank you Katharyne. Thanks.

There is a flat roof leading to the steeple that adjoins my four kitchen windows. Each morning now I (and Streaker) put pieces of bread out there for our feathered friends and then we watch them come and listen to their song. Their song is not too much unlike your poem. Pleasing to hear it recited. The birds sing and I read your poetry out loud.

This morning denizens included two blue jays, two big black crows and a bevy of chickadees. All the other species have flown to waremer climes, but they'll be back. To me, they are all exotic.

And birds know not whether they are exotic or not but I sense they know they are beautiful singers.

Thanks Brudder.

And I apologize for taking thse two at face value, it is too early and I'm too hazy for exploring literary algorthyms this morning. But, hey, face value works just fine here I think.

Then I am confident about the rest. Poetry is a entainer, at first.

"awesome" I cried
The cat cried 'mmmmmmm me want to eat bird"
He eats "very tasty bird poems"

These poems are amazingly humble, with the narrator admitting that they are one with all of creation and will someday enter the global recycling bin.

Thanks for sharing with The Surreal Circus.

Thank you Ann.

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flesh of an apple

These are amazing, Kushal. I wonder, after reading them, if we can ever "move on" from wanting and simply reach being.

I wonder too, Sandre.

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And, the circle of life/food chain moves on!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting

A thousand lives have I lived
Dreams remind me I was once a twisted leg beggar at the Ishtar gate
I have crawled in mud to my hips as a Crocodile
and sang before an Emperor in chains

I have seen the sun over China as I gathered lilies from the river
and burned at the stake as a witch in France
We all have live so many times before
Each life gaining a small prize of wisdom

Amazing Sharon. Post it please.

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flesh of an apple

Thanks Kushal, will do.

Kushal, no doubt in my mind that you once were/now are a divine sage.

meditative little gems~as most of your work is~

Thank you Purr

Thanks for posting to GutterGirls~

Very deep Ku. Both are fascinating. The first has somewhat of a psychedelic feel to it, very surreal. The second is a wonderful mediation on reincarnation with the supposition that it is more like a roulette wheel than a function of karma. I agree with Ann's comment; an engaging and intriguing display of humility in these poems.

Thank you Atticus.
I have just posted the Satuday prompt.

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flesh of an apple

great as usual!

I think this is a quite wonderful poem, Kushal.

cats. adorable. and vicious.

Featured in the Triple Name Club.

I grew up with a cedrus deodara in the back yard corner of the house that my great grandfather built. It was a wonderful tree.

I still talk to the birds and hold conversations with the cat.

Thanks for writting this.

great job, beautifully done

I like these very much

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