2/21/08

NIGHT ( a poem)


 
Night’s scary and long to go,
But beauty doesn’t stop me,
I’m thrilled yet scared
Beauty tempts me to follow
The lonesome night
But fearfulness stops my feet

I stand still
And motionlessly yet I find
My heart’s beating
I’m a bit lost
In the groove of questions
Yet I don’t know their answers
Things are colourful, things are all confusing
Things are suggesting things are asking
Yet the things are all amusing


The colour of the night has
Filled the horizons of my imagination

There’s a pain in my heart
But still I can’t imagine.
Flowers and weeds and
Thorns are all entangled.

What to take and what to spare,
What to care and what not to care
Is tough to be dis-entangled.

Sometimes I find the flowers
Forming fragrant garlands
Around me.
And yet sometimes the weeds and the thorns
Pester my ways,
Make me more entangled…..

Yet again, these weeds and thorns
Treats me with feasts of blessings and
Benedictions.

Do not know, which path to take
Do not know, which way to follow.
As the night is dark
And streets stand lonesome.

They all stand hand in hand
Sometimes friends, sometimes enemies
To each other and to me, as well.

Whom should I trust?
Has an extra thrust
And creates an extra friction.
But still, those mistrusted gain trust
And trusted gain mistrust.

It’s night that I admire
Yet that I criticize
It’s the fear that leaves me
Enthralled
And beauty that helps
The fear to minimize.

1 comment :

ARJUN MS said...

That was very well written.I visualized myself walking in the night.

Good work :)