Sreeja Sreedharan


In The Lonely Hours Of Night... - Poem by Sreeja Sreedharan

The dry glitter of stars, I see,
The diamonds, strewn in sky's garden,
Broken from the unseen thread,
Like thoughts, that move in my mind.
The moon baths me in its pale light,
The caressing touch, reminiscent-
Of my mother's touch, soothing, warm!
The wind, the cold unfeeling wind,
Blows past me, like-
The world, selfish and cold,
The world around me!
The rustling leaves, in-
The lonely hours of night,
Whisper stories unheard,
Of loss and agonies alone.
The dark night, with world
Covered in ever black shroud,
Sleeps; trial of the final one,
Whence I lay alone, mind awake.
I weigh the right and wrong,
The pain and loss,
Feeling, the pangs of agony,
Clawed in mind, afresh.
Me, the failed soldier,
A ship without mast,
Waits for the bliss of yet faraway sleep,
With hope, hopeless hope,
For the morrow, a bright happy morrow.


Comments about In The Lonely Hours Of Night... by Sreeja Sreedharan

  • (10/1/2008 9:08:00 AM)

    every night i sleep i expect a bful tomorrow...
    just like many other fallible humans...


    :)

    nice thougths...

    :)
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  • (6/14/2007 7:20:00 PM)

    Nature is a great source for recreation and enjoyment for all beings.You feel the moonlight to be pale but you said its touch soothing like mother's touch.There is an element of optimism in the end expecting a brighter future.I appreciate your expression in lucid words.
    Jabalimuni
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  • (6/13/2007 10:28:00 PM)

    Hi Sreeja,
    Read ur poem. Seems to be a sad one...coz I find that u seem to see the sad part of every rustle n feeling of the night. Even the glittering of the stars is ''dry' to u. Did u write this poem at the saddest hour of the day? ? ? ? Anyhow its nice..keep posting.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 10, 2011


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