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.