Perhaps, that is why she appears in a black shroud;
To lay her thick blanket on me, when I look for a hideout.
The night knows it all.
From my disappointments and sorrows.
To the silent tears I shed, clinging on to faint hopes.
The night knows it all.
That I look in desperation for a sarcophagus to lay the broken promises.
That I hum an incoherent elegy to those shattered dreams.
The night knows it all.
That every day at dusk I await my lonesome confession box.
To pour out the maladies I hide from all.
The night knows it all
PS: This poem (if I may call it so) is inspired by the song Raat Hamari Toh from Parineeta
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
Indeed it does! :-)
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