Tiger is out _ Flight of the Phonix -4

 

The flight of the phoenix

Part 4, tiger of the jungle

The drop of blood is sucked by the dirt.

The arid earth screams in delight.

Transfixed we are visitors, in this

world of simple lives.

Live without dream.

For food.

The tiger turns its majestic head,

in its eyes indifference intensifies. 

The flora and fauna grin.

Ha, see at your soul.

See inside your concrete blues,

metal-dreams and paper-greed .

Blood thirst is so much simpler

than living in a urban landscape. 

© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

I felt the presence of God amid those leaves and foliages, among those hordes of animals and simple men involved in living from jungle. I search my heart where I am lacking. It is living long in ”city pent”  

Reviews

[alternative_be]

'Blood thirst is so much simpler than living in a urban landscape', at least it seems to be. In my experience the concrete jungle can be just as lethal as the tiger which does not think. What to think of victims of ruthless traffic or urban/tribal gangs who when it comes to having a conscience do not differ that much from the tiger when it comes to indifference.
Why do we make the distincttion between humans and animals? Speech? The ability to think? Observing my peers leaves me with those questions still open. Sometimes I get the distinct impression that humans are such like other mammals, they only think they are better...
But I am here to review your poetry, not your points of view!
Of course the setting of wild nature is totally opposite from the concrete city! The result however can be the same, whether you are devoured by a tiger or run over by an out of control car.
As always your images are unique and highly creative. While reading your work I am always able to visualize what you are describing, therefore I love reading your work, for it really captures my attention whether I agree with your views or not.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Very well written. I loved each line. Great write!

[Helena]

"See inside your concrete blues, metal-dreams and paper-greed .
Blood thirst is so much simpler than living in a urban landscape."

"I felt the presence of God amid those leaves and foliages,
among those hordes of animals and simple men involved in living from jungle.
I search my heart where I am lacking. It is living long in �city pent�

What a profound an mystical journey you have been on. Thanks for sharing
your discoveries with us!

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Each one of us is a tiger as well as the prey. Is that what you are telling here? I feel a sadness in this piece.

[JudyC]

Wow, the first four lines really grabbed my attention--honestly, I was "transfixed" as well. I love to read writing that makes me forget where I am. Every word conveys yet another vivid image. I like the sentiments of the last two lines, as well. Beautiful!

[Ankhesen Mié]

"Blood thirst is so much simpler
than living in a urban landscape."

Once again, a almost philosophical conclusion to one of your poems. When accurate, these take great cleverness and perceptiveness, you know.