I wake up from Sleep,
It is Night still !
I open the Door, stand on the Threshold,
It is Dark once more.
The Trees Stunned with Silent Prayers,
Valleys Mourn the Loss of Youth;
The Moon shines on the Pleasure path,
Fog but is Ever Engulfing.
I lie Awake, looking at the Stars,
Counting my Fate, Cynical is the Chance;
The Sky Glowing Red, Staring with Bloody eyes,
Longing to Shed some Tears, Drain away the Plight.
The Dawn will Burst Victoriously,
Breaking the Locks with It's Light,
Instilling Life, beheading the Goons;
Alas ! The Dead Night comes too Soon.
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2 comments:
'the angst of a person who wriggles in darkness only to drown deep into it'...this is how it can be bluntly put... and the beauty with which you have portrayed it is amazing...!!
Yesterday only I read a poem by my friend which reflected the hopeless side of darkness and I told the person to look for the beauty in it and love it and you'll find a way out.
And this is what you have done.
"The Trees Stunned with Silent Prayers"... loved the way it defines the numbness darkness brings along.
The Sky Glowing Red, Staring with Bloody eyes,
Longing to Shed some Tears, Drain away the Plight. ... the outburst it shows is brilliant. Love these lines...when the things are at the verge.
AND,the concluding line can not be called the end of it all... truly..!!!
:)
hey thanks soumya for the detailed critique. Glad you liked my style of expression.Though i have not yet found the way out :P
The lines you liked are called images in literary terms.means using of scenes, nature etc to express the emotions.thought i would share this with you as you have a flare for writing too :D
And about the concluding lines...lets see how it goes :P
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