Darkness Bids a Bye

Of spoils of which I tell

In their lapse my memories fell,

I recall a blurry grey voice

Which tasted ice, for fire to suffice-

“What watchful eye the predator wears

Incessant intrusions of memories engage”

 

The answer to his questions I do seek

When the moon is shy and night at peak.

An impasse and intricate cogs

Muddle my sight of prayer,

Then a voice which sounds far but seems near

Screams loud for me to hear:

“Long have I been in a ceaseless epoch

Burning in the rivulets of reveries

But then a light so abhorred from my abyss I made

To thwart my appeasing forlorn fate”

 

I hear such voices every night

When times’ nimbus cloak lullabies my sight.

Outside the morning sleeps- away from night.

 

 

                        Fetus~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Each time I read poetry from a Poet with great skill from India. I'm impressed with the school system. I like how you used the language. Making your point with powerful statements and great skill.
"An impasse and intricate cogs
Muddle my sight of prayer,"
A strong ending to a outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Rachelle]

Oh, what is a lowly technical writer to do with words like these?! Trapped in objectivity, where everything has to be supported with statistics and data, I am overwhelmed by the Poetic Side. Keep the words flowing, Irfan! May the Force be with you!

[Penny]

Very deep profound piece, creates an atmosphere. Your choice of words is excellentand ybe poem just flows. Its hard to write a poem, so deep yet fluid but you have nailed it. Thanks for sharing.

[cycy]

wow, this is a very beautiful poem, i actually read it out loud and the words really just flow and sound very liquid. well written indeed i loved it a lot. great poem, you are a very talented writer, keep on.

[Tarella]

Wow...your use of words and imagery is just beautiful.....

[Miles W.]

Very interesting poem. Definitely got your point across.

[Baby Ricochet]

Which was?

[Miles W.]

In all honesty, I thought the point of this poem was about how somebody could be unsure of what to next in life, and is reminded of it with his memories.

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Loved awesome rhyme too:)

[Linda alexander]

I hear such voices every night
When times’ nimbus cloak lullabies my sight.
Outside the morning sleeps- away from night.

An outstanding write, when poet is with the night away from morning this gray voice tasted like ice and adjacent fire bother not able to concentrate in prayer, gets poked even in rivulets of reveries, if this is a imagery based on a fetus in mother's womb fabulous and splendid imagery, the interpretation of fetus's thoughts very vividly narrated, this is a different approach, usually fetus considered as most secure in the whole world, this approach is more practical, no fetus is safe fully in womb especially now a days, enjoyed

[Linda alexander]

Irfan, I read it again, metaphor can be interpreted depends on readers imagination, not sure poet left meant it open for readers, some times I deliberately do it, it can pertain to a failed relationship and when night hours of loneliness comes haunting the person as if he is getting traumatized

[Linda alexander]

I saw the word fetus underneath the poem, that is how I tried to link that way too, later I saw underneath all your poems the word fetus is there, so it was not related to this poem, I enjoyed it

[TheSearcher]

I like it. Instead of using simple words. You used words with deep meanings. I rarely see those types of poems in ever search I faced with.

[Saumya]

wonderful work...!!!
well done...!!!!