The night stood
veiled like a nun
Leaving aside the unfinished works
she curled into bed, tired
Thoughts once dead,
like spirits, from another world
came to haunt
They threatened to lacerate her
in the stillness of the night
Gagged by those ferocious demons
she choked for breath
Chained and handcuffed,
she couldn't move.
Should she drink to the lees
the dregs of the bitter potion?
She couldn't wink an eye!
She heard someone asking
'Why should you keep alive
the past in an album
and turn its pages every now and then'
But...she couldn't help......
Like serpents uncoiling
memories came.
If she slept, they would strike.
So she kept staring
into the awful darkness, wide eyed!
Like serpents uncoiling Memories came If she slept, they would strike So she kept staring Into the awful darkness, wide eyed Great and amazing stanza. Love the way you express anything. Thanks to your art of choosing the appropriate words. 10++++++
Thank you Subhas! This beautiful comment from a fellow poet is an inspiration for me to strive to improve my art.....! I am so grateful for your kind words!
Nightmares! They virtually make one desperate and almost kill. Your poem takes the reader through such an exasperating experience. A wonder full poem. Thank you Valsaji
Another marvellous and poignant masterpiece of work by a professional poet, who knows the true and fantasy language of poetry, this dark poem is full of gemstones of metaphors and amazing poetic imagery, I would say it deserves 10+ and should goes on the top of my fav list
Thoughts once dead, like spirits, from another world came to haunt They threatened to lacerate her in the stillness of the night
Like serpents uncoiling memories came. If she slept, they would strike. So she kept staring into the awful darkness, wide eyed!
This is my second visit to this poem for its special attraction. Most remarkable lines are...But...she couldn't help......Like serpents uncoiling memories came. Really it is a beautiful poem on memories and pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing imagination of night is brought up ahead as a nun. This night stands with a veil as a nun does. Dead thoughts come to hunt mind sometimes and this provokes thought and gives pain. Ferocious demons frighten and break he stillness of night. The past remains in the album and it becomes memory. The memories come in wideness in eyes during sleep in darkness and scribble mind. Very wisely penned brilliant and excellent poem is shared here...10
Kumaramani sir.... Thank you so much for reading my poem and also for the beautiful comment! I am happy you appreciate my efforts!