Friday, September 17, 2010

The Bird in My Window

Perching from branch to branch –
The bird flaps her wings
‘Companion’ – she looks for

Staring at me in my window
Pondering over some thoughts
O Bird! My call – what your eyes look for?

My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before

My soul, my heart, my mind – it is my every part speaking out these words
I tell the bird, your search is over – let me be your friend
Your only companion through the dark paths and
Your only ear when you speak your heart

Nature transforms me into a flying creature and I fly away with my friend
To a world that was unknown to me but now feels like my very home
True they say when they say that peace dwells in love and friendship

10 comments:

  1. Wow
    regards,
    Shehryar

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  2. wow! Beautifully composed, very soft and closed to nature... :)

    Thumbs up Amna..

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  3. My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
    Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before ...

    {Amna! I No LongEr LovE y0u...c0z found s0mething bEtter t0 feLL in Love wIth-y0ur p0etry! :) God bLess you, mY p0etess! }

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  4. Wndrful mam....its my 1st cmnt :)

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  5. Ams, rite away i thought of our friendship:-) This poem is sooo you! But im the bird..hehe! DIctionarys across the land should put ur name as the definition of Friendship. You and your poems are such treasures..Awesome poem!

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  6. Well-written. Every poem of yours is superb! Keep writing!

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  7. wow this one is marvellous ... love it ... MQ :)

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  8. good content, birds and this blog are equally beautiful. ..

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  9. a beautiful poem. which tells the story of beauty. The melodious chirping of birds, bringing in natural shades. Here, in Indonesia. Be a natural song of birds chirping. So many species of birds, every morning I always built, the birds have a discipline of time that never fails. thanks for visiting, and I always look forward to your arrival. greeting of friendship.

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  10. blogwalking, i like this blog and your poems

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Friday, September 17, 2010

The Bird in My Window

Perching from branch to branch –
The bird flaps her wings
‘Companion’ – she looks for

Staring at me in my window
Pondering over some thoughts
O Bird! My call – what your eyes look for?

My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before

My soul, my heart, my mind – it is my every part speaking out these words
I tell the bird, your search is over – let me be your friend
Your only companion through the dark paths and
Your only ear when you speak your heart

Nature transforms me into a flying creature and I fly away with my friend
To a world that was unknown to me but now feels like my very home
True they say when they say that peace dwells in love and friendship

10 comments:

  1. Wow
    regards,
    Shehryar

    ReplyDelete
  2. wow! Beautifully composed, very soft and closed to nature... :)

    Thumbs up Amna..

    ReplyDelete
  3. My eyes look for a friend – a hand, a shoulder, that who favors me in distress
    Her words familiar, when I listen – like I have heard them before ...

    {Amna! I No LongEr LovE y0u...c0z found s0mething bEtter t0 feLL in Love wIth-y0ur p0etry! :) God bLess you, mY p0etess! }

    ReplyDelete
  4. Wndrful mam....its my 1st cmnt :)

    ReplyDelete
  5. Ams, rite away i thought of our friendship:-) This poem is sooo you! But im the bird..hehe! DIctionarys across the land should put ur name as the definition of Friendship. You and your poems are such treasures..Awesome poem!

    ReplyDelete
  6. Well-written. Every poem of yours is superb! Keep writing!

    ReplyDelete
  7. wow this one is marvellous ... love it ... MQ :)

    ReplyDelete
  8. good content, birds and this blog are equally beautiful. ..

    ReplyDelete
  9. a beautiful poem. which tells the story of beauty. The melodious chirping of birds, bringing in natural shades. Here, in Indonesia. Be a natural song of birds chirping. So many species of birds, every morning I always built, the birds have a discipline of time that never fails. thanks for visiting, and I always look forward to your arrival. greeting of friendship.

    ReplyDelete
  10. blogwalking, i like this blog and your poems

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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