The NightsA Poem by AnkitaThis poem is about how Night is the time when a person reflects back on his/her true feelings in seclusion or in the company of someone. The feelings and thoughts that one is trying to forget maybe.There’s something about the “NIGHT” Something Dark, something Silent That brings out the dark deep secrets of Beings. Not just of beings, but of Things Things that matter and Don’t. Is it because the ‘Dark’ self finds solace in the ‘Dark Night’? Or because not everyone comes to know of it? Just a few, just the Weird ones,Who love to taste the storms of minds. What happens at night, dies at night. But the spirits of the dead; the silent dead, stays alive in the remote corners of the mind. Changing the looking glass of the weird eyes.
There’s something about the NIGHT That spreads the stink of the piled up feelings; Pushes up thoughts and emotions long dead up the graves of heart. Feelings thoughts and emotions taking birth; Dying, changing, reviving, struggling Struggling to live or struggling to die.
The world Is at peace, the minds of the night hawkers, at war. Silence hears it all Some random being hears it all. Passes it onto ahead, to some being in distress Thoughts and beliefs and thoughts and feelings keep moving on Travels in silence The silent thought. All at Night and only Night.
© 2015 AnkitaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 22, 2015 Last Updated on May 22, 2015 AuthorAnkitaFaridabad, Haryana, IndiaAboutHi. I'm Ankita Biswas. Travel, books, music, dance, family and friends comprise my life. I'll be up at odd hours having weird conversations on anything and everything. I am lazy but if I like doing .. more..Writing
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