As I walk on a familiar road shaded with
the deepening shadows of ancient trees
that lined on both sides
I realised the shade of green during daytime vanished
and at night they acquired demonic shapes.
How cruel the night is;
it paints everything in its own colour.
All forms, colours, and shapes dissolve.
It fills them with similar melancholy stillness.
There are things one can see only in the darkens of night
The road beneath my bare feet was like a glacier.
I was sure I heard earth’s soundless whispering drifting through the trees.
Everything was transfixed except the inner light.
Very interesting observation about the night and its association with life.
Darkness acts like a shawl.....a deel black blanket of sorrow, sadness, lament, torment and anguish......liked the creation.....an amazing poem.... :)
Everything was transfixed except the inner light. Great statement to end the poem.
I've learnt a lot from the night, as yes, colors are different. I'd say, there are no colors at all. I like to observe and to learn from these changes. And when it's getting dark, I especially enjoy this time as it's like a moment in between, and I feel the world deeper than ever. I think it's because mostly people who actually wear social masks, right at twilight lose them till the next morning, so the informational and energetic field of Earth is getting cleaner. And I am very sensitive to this field.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
remarkable thought..which is well expressed by the touch of poetry. very impresive. thank you.