Of A Painted Sky, A Setting Sun, The Mystical Air, Barren Fields, A Lone Tree, The Railway Track, The Plastic Trail and A Station called Takli

""Of A Painted Sky, A Setting Sun,
The Mystical Air, Barren Fields,
A Lone Tree, The Railway Track,
The Plastic Trail and A Station called Takli""


In the distant,
Further than the farthest,
The Colours of Bloom,
Existing in Eternal Gloom,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

And there,
Where man can, dare?!!
The glowing Orb,
Burns to Glory,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

A freshness, far beyond
that which the Urbs know
Drifts across,
A blessing, an Ode to Life,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

The sign of Prosperity,
Of human toil and murky waters,
Of an earth and heavenly Plasters,
The music of Food and motley Souls,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

A shadow in the Skies,
A blanket of Life,
But what can I do,
When alone I stand,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

I stretch, to bring thee, close
the miles on, I sing the same Song,
I never bond my Twin,
For thy sins, I pay,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

I do not exist,
In the minds that I do,
I cannot perish,
For that which not is, is
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.

Now where is Takli,
Oh! How do I care?
A passing thought, a passing flare,
The signs of Despair,
While the Bird sours High as long as it can Fly.


……………………….Adil Hussain Ali


Hi - this poem I wrote while I was on my way to Pune by Train on the 30th of March 2006; it was Evening and I was standing by the Door soaking in the Scenery.
The first four lines is the Title of the Poem and each quartet talks of a different theme in the Title, while the 5th line is a distant cry and is in addition to the quartet.
It is a poem eulogizing Natures greatness, its expanse and the human madness. It is the story of a slow decline of the Human Mind.