Whispers Of A Silent Night Poem by Vinayak Kesarwani

As I sit and watch the moon shine through the clouds,
There is silence all around me.
Today the world has decided not to be loud.
Is it all a part of His plan?

I feel Darkness
Overwhelming and engulfing me.
Even as the rays of the moonbeam
Light up my face.

This Darkness is different,
For it is not filled with evil intent,
With longings murderous
Of annihilating your foes.

Nor is it callous and cold,
Bent on running riot in the world,
For all the wrongs been done to you.

This darkness is different,
For evil designs he has,
But, all of them for me!

In his hands, gently he holds my head.
Bringing his face closer, in my ears he whispers.
Sweet reminders of all my failures and fears,
Of the wrongs been done, of the fallen tears,
Of all the hurt that I gathered through the years.

He holds out his hand for me to take,
Walks with me to the place
From where I saw the moon rise.
Then, with a hand that is firm,
Pushes me off the edge,
To send me on my journey
From one hell to another