in the midnight hours
my soul abruptly taps
me on my cheek
into wakefulness
all around me
faint shadows of
increasing complexities
and absurdities grow
larger than life and
present a shadow play
on the surrounding blank walls
i let my mind footloose
how many flyovers
to ease the congestion!
my feet inadvertantly
lead me into the southwest balcony
from where i see
the stars losing their shine
the moon fast waning
an occasional light
dotting the vacant inky highway
and the landscape freezes
into a surreal silhouette
06sep2009
01.20hrs
How many times has my soul tapped me in the midnight hour but unlike you I did not have the thought to observe it. Therefore I did not put it on paper, and had I it would not have been as superb as your effort. One word comes to mind WOW! 10
I am always impressed by the imagery you create... This surreal moment is a wonderful example; how words create a painting and how images travel from mind to mind... amazing piece Indira...
indeed this description is that of a surreal moment... i like it much!
all around me faint shadows of increasing complexities and absurdities grow larger than life and present a shadow play Rachel Ann Butler
'surreal silhoutte' an apt ending to a great imagery. (Bhavukatha at its best)
wonderful 1! the surreal imageries seems greatly evolve into magic realism! excellent! 10+
a good poem well written showing your masterliness. shan
From: Brett Ackerman (Colorado Springs United States; Male; 44) To: Indira Babbellapati Date Time: 9/9/2009 8: 24: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: a surreal moment ' I certain read along and find much to relate too in the sense that life is full of these moments that just seem to have no explaination to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece that captures the essence of the haunting and mysterious midnight hours with rare elegance.