A subdued silence,
stretched over the corners of the universe.
A silent cry,
of some uninitiated imagination…
With the glee
of moonful sky,
and the pain
of the slowly setting sun
The twilight collects the hidden glamour
of the painful atmosphere
and flashes its monotony
in the ghostly barks of obscured trees.
Here I lie,
waiting,
for the night to come-
a wept out painting,
of some halfhearted insomniac.
Buried,
in the gaze of stars,
I wish,
the cosmos to fall in itself,
and give birth, to another death,
for yet another creation…
Huh..and I endlessly dream of the dawn,
to spark an inkling of its meaning,
in this wreck of an
overwhelming twilight,
which might burst anytime,
like the lump in throat,
of the silently suffering, ageless woman…
your view of a subdued silence........till end are well crafted.........twilight is really illuminate in the poem hunter..........
and give birth, to another death, for yet another creation… Rachel Ann Butler
beautiful observation of the sun going out and moon risingto greet a night sky.very well painted in the poem.very good write sarvesh.
you write wonderfully.i enjoyed your vision of the twilight immencely.10+
the light before dawn too is twilight, sarvesh...the poem reads full of pathos, , , brighten it up considering dawn too...u'll one day end up a great poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowwwwwwwwwwww ageless woman to give birth, to another death for yet another creation such lovely words and thoughts superb -10 anjali