When Night Was Night No More Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Past lonely long years she hears knocks on door,
Too late the night slept when dreaming asnore,
The heart tells her, ‘wake up it is no dream,
‘Head tells: him that made thine life ghost-like grim’:

Was not I musing of him all evening?
Of course, early night too was spent singing
His tune, in hopes to see him in my dream;
The heart too eager was to welcome him—

And yet, her head seemed a tad hesitant,
Re-living the last-straw of that instant
When he parted never to meet again,
Yet her restraint was weak as was in vain.

Her body was aburn with injuries,
And wounds caused by the hurting acts of his,
And yet, how strange, the wounds conspired to please!
Her heart was heard humming his memories.

Her feet pulled her to rush open the door,
While still her weary head was not quite sure,
But hearts have a way of winning such race,
And heads find it far too hard to keep pace.

She felt happy at her sweet little plight,
Her heart heaved as knocks heightened at the door,
As she rushed to open the door that night,
In dying hours when night was night no more.
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-Musings | 05.08.09 |