Dark and deep ,I serenade,
Like broodings of a senile mind.
And the souls long to see,
What mere eyes shall never find.
In the light of day its another self,
Theres more to what one could be.
Unraveled , naked in this obscurity,
If only the spirits were set truly free.
Taught to assume, grim and evil,
For all ,through ages, oh! despised night.
If one dint shun in hate, they’d hear,
There’s a music in me ,
Mellifluously cold and quiet.
When the sleeping sun rises above,
bedside reveries take your leave.
Have your dance and song by the day,
To a life and world of make believe.
When you are back in my embrace,
Silenced in you ,incessant chatters,
as close to real as you could be,
for good or bad, nothing else matters.
Very well written. Night is blushing
ReplyDeleteThe poetess has brought out the travails,despairs of a romantic mind bereft of it's love quite well. The sighs and longings are conveyed quite well. The pangs & the pains could have been illustrated in a better way but the good sign is the ending of the poem in a optimistic note. In that manner it differs from the usual trend of the authoress as expressed in her previous poems. (More on it subequent comment). The poem lacks the descriptive quality of the authress as evident in her previous ones and once again falls short of conveying a feeling of completeness. Looking at the 3 poems published in this month it appears all of them were published in a hurry and more thought could have been put into it. All of them share a common trait.. being incomplete & convey a feeling of the author being in a rush to publish them.
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