RIME BIRD WITH CUCUMBER WINGS

MEANING OF RIMEBIRD AND ITS GENESIS

Being blended into a single word from an oxymoron “Rime Bird”, Rimebird is a concept way colder than the shadow of darkness eclipsing the moon. The expression ‘Rime’ with its multiple interpretations represents the coldness that causes the chilling waters to freeze, though it is also a variant of ‘rhyme’, while ‘Bird’ though sounds poetic when read in tandem with the variant, but it has deeper set of connotations attached to its obvious meaning. Here, the term ‘Bird’ is evoking the grotesque persona of ‘Lucifer’, ‘the Satan’ as depicted in Dante’s Inferno. But unlike the Dante’s description of Hell where the Angel of Light has been portrayed as just another victim of hell’s tortures, the Bird of Rime is a free soul with all its might and valor. However, the enigma of its being makes it prone to be a prisoner of its own demented mind. While Lucifer made the biggest mistake of his eternity to usurp the God, the Rimebird is a perpetual usurper of its own almighty being!

Hence, Rimebird represents the most cultivated aspect of human psychology i.e. freedom in chains. The more we try to get loose, the more we constrain ourselves. We the usurpers of our own beings! Feel free to rime in fires and this is no oxymoron!

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"This poem was the first step towards this blog that inspired me to create this image above in which a bird is flying & this picture further acted as a catalyst, resulting in the birth of Rimebird.com"

Being a bird of cucumber wings,

He put its head on cloudish pillow & slumber sings,

A melody too delicious for his tongue,

That he relished every breath out of his lungs!

He snored more to tarnish skies,

& it came down on earth versa vice,

Then he swam across the valley of lies,           

Coz nothing was real except farewell & alibis!

His fraction remotes every control still felt lost,

As every time he flapped his attire, fire got frost,

Crashed into the walls & multiplied were holes,

He tore apart everybody’s heart just to caress their souls!

Flown against the storms, he got blown away by winds,

& for his numb nakedness, this world got skinned,

Sloppy were his eyes as if it sparked the sun,

His groggy movement seemed that he larked the fun!

He drank the inertia from the royal grail,

While God’s were waiting for their chance to follow his trail,

He said lets love prevail & his emotions enjoyed bow of hails,

But this voyage he can’t sail & all pain turned to pale!

That’s why BrEt kept this Rime Bird in chains,

Or else it would had swallowed the poisonous grains,

I hug my heart close so it may not scatter inside my leather,

But this flying machine is insoluble in chains; 

you can not chain the weather!

~!~ An original bY: BrEt ~!~