Midnights

As I lay under
the starlit sky,
tangled in a pair of arms
that had started holding me too tight,
I couldn't help but wonder
how disproportionate
midnights are

I thought about how
they're either too close to the day
and far away from the night
or how they're too close to the night
and far away from the day

but he never cared enough to know

he'd point
to the same old stars
that looked like
the faint headlights
of an approaching train
he'd tell me
how close they were
to the sun, the moon,
to us

always near but never nearer

he'd tell me
how their movement
determined ours
and he'd tell me
how all of this, somehow,
defined us

but trust me

in that moment
I knew exactly what defined us

the number of midnights we give
to the wrong people

Reviews

[Mk.t.g]

"I thought about how
they're either too close to the day
and far away from the night
or how they're too close to the night
and far away from the day"
I must say, these lines hit me hard. This poem has such a good selection of words, presenting a perfect image for the reader. Thanks for sharing!
Mk.t.g

[Manoj Dagar]

"He cared but not so much which you would have liked" is indeed ...very Nice ...

[Pauline]

Hello Zoya. Ah yes, it made me wonder just how many of us have wasted too many midnights on the wrong people. Will we ever learn?

Pauline.

[Gaurav]

its a very creative poem expressed in simple yet strong words..nice read..keep it up

[Gabby The GAB]

This was an eye-opener for me for which I've put myself in the shoes of the "he" in your poem. The last lines were as beautiful as how sad being alone could be, relatable emotion indeed, great write! :))

[Zoya]

I'm glad you liked this and could relate! Thank you so much, Gabby :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the honest thoughts and the ending, a lot.
"but trust me
in that moment
I knew exactly what defined us
the number of midnights we give
to the wrong people"
I liked the statement above. How much time have we wasted on useless things and useless people? Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Zoya]

Thank you so very much, Coyote! Means a lot :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your work and you are welcome my friend.

[Hope]

The ending lines summed up the poem perfectly. This is my first read after a long time here and I am happy I read such a fine poem.

[Zoya]

Haha thank you for your sweet words. Glad you liked it :)

[Unspoken poet]

deeps emotions in this write, nicely presented and well expressed

[Zoya]

I'm glad you liked it! :)

[chrysantheranium]

Not all love is bitter to taste - sometimes it's sweet until it goes stale, and the serenity expires young. We can't expect for love to grow if it refuses to move from its place, and even if Love stands still, Time does not. It's up to the scales in our chests to weigh our hearts with our minds, and for our heavy bodies to accept the fact that what we desire is another journey away.

No use in settling for another stale midnight, when brighter stars await.

Great work!

[Zoya]

Wonderful words, my friend! Thanks a lot for the read and review :)

[Abhishek Asthana]

Emotions have been depicted so clearly...Also the first half of this poem invites reader to attach and there is what he gets the lesson that is fair enough to learn at the last...

Very catchy , very brilliantly framed and Clap for what manner you have finished it... Glad to see a young talent moving forward this way in a world of writing.... Keep it up !!

[Zoya]

Heyy long time! :)
I'm so glad you liked it, Abhishek. Truly appreciate your words.

[Abhishek Asthana]

true, its been so long...