Shayari Bazar

Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)Whispering to myselfWith every step I take,Trying out names, for I knowThere is something yet to be called …..I know it, something up aheadJust around the bendOr over the rise –A bird taking to the skyFrom the edge of a jagged cliff – A bird floating outwardsIn silence ……. A silenceWaiting for a footstepTo crunch on stones,For a voice to fling upwardThrough sharp sunlightWith a name…… callingBefore the bird could callBefore the bird called.Oh the bird was there alrightAnd sure it took flightWhen it heard me approachBut it broke my heartWith a mighty croak!So I’m sitting here playingWith a purple flowerSlender stem, no leavesPurple fizz –And it’s quiet again.I am stillI am nothingAnd the hillIs a long, long slopeDown, down, down to the seaFar below.I could rollI could runI could screamBut I am nothing.A cool wind blowsAnd the light is naked and namelessAnd the rocks are faces of angelsAnd the bird in the sky wheelsAnd cries to forget the earthAnd its ancient bones –Oh, sensual pain –Wings…. Wings…. Wings,Singing wings.If only I could begin To describe the emptinessWhich fills me to the brimWith new breathI might almost lose my nameAnd take instead a feather for my soul.