I enjoy looking now and then again at Nishikanto’s portrait of Sri Aurobindo inspired by the poem Bird of fire. Thanks for putting it on line. I find something new every time I stare at it.
I would like to know where is the original right now. Can you tell me? Is it with the Studio here?

Nishikanto, Kobi, as we knew him here, was a born Kobi, dreamer, idealist……….living in his own world of All Creation, able to look at the world transformed with his magical wand,
a poroshpathor of a kavidrishti, kavi kalpana which was not just kalpane but a promise to realisation.

Thank you Anurag for this wide vision and the courage and the honesty behind the upload. Carry on, child of the Mother, just carry on. Good Luck.

With love.

Dhanavanti

The Bird of Fire

Gold-white wings a throb in the vastness, the bird of flame went glimmering over a sunfire curve to the haze of the west,

Skimming, a messenger sail, the sapphire-summer waste of a soundless wayless burning sea.

Now in the eve of the waning world the colour and splendour returning drift through a blue-flicker air back to my breast,

Flame and shimmer staining the rapture-white foam-vest of the waters of Eternity.

Gold-white wings of the miraculous bird of fire, late and slow have you come from the Timeless. Angel, here unto me

Bringst thou for travailing earth a spirit silent and free or His crimson passion of love divine,–

White-ray-jar of the spuming rose-red wine drawn from the vats brimming with light-blaze, the vats of ecstasy,

Pressed by the sudden and violent feet of the Dancer in Time from his sun-grape fruit of a deathless vine?

White-rose-altar the eternal Silence built, make now my nature wide, an intimate guest of His solitude,

But golden above it the body of One in Her diamond sphere with Her halo of star-bloom and passion-ray!

Rich and red is thy breast, O bird, like blood of a soul climbing the hard crag-teeth world, wounded and nude,

A ruby of flame-petalled love in the silver-gold altar-vase of moon-edged night and rising day.

O Flame who art Time’s last boon of the sacrifice, offering-flower held by the finite’s gods to the Infinite,

O marvel bird with the burning wings of light and the unbarred lids that look beyond all space,

One strange leap of thy mystic stress breaking the barriers of mind and life, arrives at its luminous term thy flight;

Invading the secret clasp of the Silence and crimson Fire thou frontest eyes in a timeless Face.

( Sri Aurobindo Birth Century Library: Set in 30 volumes.- Volume 5.- Collected Poems.)