My Dark Nights Poem by Sathya Narayana

My Dark Nights

Rating: 4.5


At the distant verge of the horizon
slowly submerging is the weary Sun
with reddened face
bidding grudging adieus
to his day long drudging
brooding over mandatory next come!


I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say "Don't depart! "
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn't stop! I wept!

As feared reemerging are my
horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence!
A dirge from distant mountain range
barged inside my fragile core
with harrowing clangour.

Oozing out acid-reminiscenses
from burrows of my bruised past
started corroding once more
my already well-abraded heart.

The dark thickets of moonless night
are thickening my tiresome thoughts.
I wriggle on my bed like a sloughing serpent
in an insomniac discomfort getting ready
for deadly duels with my night spirits!

My only hope,a quick crack of dawn
to restart my histrionics and harlequinade
amongst my people; and dazzle one more day
making fun and pleasing everyone
with my feigned charm and exuberance
dreading inside the night at imminence.

Monday, September 22, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: insomnia,night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

a powerful poem filled by sad images which very well expressed.

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a powerful poem filled by sad images which very well expressed.

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Brett Ackerman 01 May 2009

I come away from this writing with a feeling of an altered state of one's own mind after a vigorous session of excruciating nightmares or even some frightening dissection of the human psyche. Even still, there's alot mind-crossing metaphors that go back and forth against the backdropp of revelation that roots your references of darkness and light that make it appealing.

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Ken E Hall 06 May 2009

In the mind you have opened up the bed chamber of dark nights which I'm sure everyone has experienced... and carved out reality dreams with stark reality...++++++10 regards an' thanks

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Surya . 12 September 2009

really a poem with meanings. wonderful write. voted10 surya

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 July 2019

At the distant verge of the horizon slowly submerging is the weary Sun with reddened face bidding grudging adieus to his day long drudging brooding over mandatory next come! ....brilliant beginning. A beautiful poem is so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.

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alan brown 13 April 2018

a fantastic write Sathya, enjoyed reading your poem thank you Alan

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Debendra Majhi 15 January 2018

Beautiful description, insightful imaginary! !

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Abderrahmane Dakir 25 January 2017

Wonderful Poem. Well done I like your great imagination. Thanks

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Clarence Prince 19 September 2016

I lifted my right hand aloft! Nay, he didn't stop! I wept! As fear reemerging... Well done, nice work!

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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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