The song Bird

The book of poems lay open

words flocked the table

Unwilling to surrender

existence of identity.

Strewn on the floor

pieces of our story

putting together the broken images

A new world we create….

Our lips meet

A gentle touch

Exploring the untrodden avenues

We meet,

I surrender myself in union….

The song bird flies past

the book of life, of love

happily caged

In the song of the road

About Agnivo Niyogi

Typical Aantel, reader, blogger, news addict, opinionated. Digital media enthusiast. Didi fanboi. Joy Bangla!

Posted on October 7, 2010, in poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Is it a love peom? 😛


  2. Well written, but is that image an artistic representation of human anatomy?


  3. “Exploring the untrodden avenues” was placed perfectly! … good sound, again. 🙂


  4. Gr8 yaar 🙂 you r really a great poet…… Done a gr8 job……. Kuch jyada he gr8 likh diya na ¿¿ Hahahah lolz btw really Agni you r awsm…..your poems r the superb…….


  5. Indeed nice use of words.. a simple attempt to describe the complex subject called ‘love’. Great effort my friend. Keep writing.


  6. 🙂

    i am still lost in the words strewn across the floor .. leaving you to the union of love souls 🙂


  7. very nice .. 😀


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