The night haunts me with her burden of words,
weighed down by their own unutterence.
Thoughts form and crumble.
I watch silently, say nothing.
I am a stranger in my own seclusion.
Yet the night nourishes me,
with her starry gaze.
Fills me with hopes of light,
Beyond the barren days.
Lying still in her arms, I realize,
The cruel day begins.
Lightless, listless, longing in vain.
Its time to hide behind myself,
In dried tears, to smile again.
1dum mast......gr8.....truly 'darkness leads the way'.......u hav beautifully expressed.......the way i feel.........thanx
A nice write, night to some is a time to be yourself, and have no demands on as the day seems to be the ruler of our lives. Well done Sarvesh I enjoy your works.
don't give place to such pathos at this age, dear sarvesh...ponder on the brighter side of night n day...sure u'll find a booty!
good write, sarvesh...replace 'its' in the first line with 'her'...9 for you for this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery; nicely woven feelings. Somehow got similarities with my poems MY DARK NIGHTS & DILETTANTISH HUNGER. Very well penned. 'weighed dwn by their own unutterence' was classic.........10