Run for cover
Dark clouds run to cover sun’s face,
with intermittent lightening to join the race,
Descending on earth with malign intent,
Fear, destruction all with dreaded content,
Pin dropp silence prevails at midnight
there is great impact of falling light
Stars may loose sometimes their tail
We will catch the sight and not fail
Little murmur can be heard even if spoken with care
You may think to adjust here and there
The noise of little scuffle or fierce fight, may puzzle
Everything is noticed when rain start and dazzle
Dead night makes person to think bad make pessimist
No hope of revival as is one in the case of optimist
Pessimism sometimes may lead to the sinking of ship
Optimist may try to salvage the ship by issuing whip
One must remain alert and awake
Even if nothing is concerned to him or is at stake
Person should control his anger and wishes,
How water is not disturbed with movement of fishes
Mid night fear is very deep in the minds of individual
He is frightened and doesn’t take it as casual
It is propagated that holy souls depart at night
It is deep rooted in mind and seems very right,
Evil doer’s absence may not be noticed or missed;
good and right people will always be remembered and noticed
Nights descend with gloom and dull feelings
No one may prefer to venture out with willingness
Nights represent bleak future for all times to come
Any unpleasant things may not be welcome
Even flowers feel shame and not boom
We try to confine and remain in closed room
Why all wrong doings takes place at night,
why do we prefer and consider it right?
Night is not all that bad but place to seek refuge
Dreams may offer solace with fresh ideas to infuse
Nights may offer very calm and cool atmosphere
Person may resort to any ideas without any fear
it is preparation for next days strategy with precision
it may influence the course of action with correct decision
Nights are not meant for any preparation for long battle
It is place to rest your mind and coolly settle
Everything must come at standstill and simply rest
You can expect better tomorrow and hope for the best
Day and night to be viewed with equal feelings
Even days are witnessed with gruesome murders and killings
We take it as part of destiny and simple fate
We may take it seriously but act very late
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Dead nights
Dark clouds run to cover sun’s face,
With sparkling lights to join the race,
Descending on earth with malign intent,
Fear, destruction all with dreaded content,
Pin dropp silence in midst of night,
Not a ray of hope or slight light,
Little scuffle or fierce fight,
All noticed with powerful sight,
Dead night represent people pessimist,
No hope of revival as done by optimist,
Passim is t wait for ship to be sunk,
Optimist tries to drag even if drunk,
One remains always awake
Even nothing is at stake,
Person with controlled wishes,
Even water is disturbed with movement of fishes,
Holy soul departs at mid night,
Path is set with precision and right,
Evil doer’s absence may not be missed,
Good and light will always be noticed,
Nights represent bleak future and gloom,
Even flowers feel shame and not boom,
All wrong doings done at night,
People may thin it is path right,
Night is not all that bad,
Proper time to remain calm and sad,
All energy to cool and find some rest,
Preparation for next day’s fight for best,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A night is beautiful
Nights are dark but beautiful
Make the life purposeful
It absorbs all our misdeeds
We still miss and miserably need
Some one says even Ghosts don’t like
Even vultures take rest in night and dislike
It is meant to be good and cycle of the nature
It is for the good for our future
Dark represent s black
We have so many things at stake
We prefer it to be done in night
God only know what is wrong or right?
Nights are not to be dreaded
Some facts are to be conceded
It is designed to bring back light
The dark period should not be kept in sight
It is inseparable part
From somewhere you will have to start
It is real and can’t be changed
Almighty has beautify arranged
Even days are considered some times bad or black
We resort to deadly attacks and put everything at stake
The days are full of all horrified activities
It is loosing its charm and all utilities
Think of no nights at all
Or consider it would have remained very small
There might have been so many upheavals
Where we would have gone for it to conceal
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dead night
After days hard work it is dead night
Solutions not found and no insight
Day comes to an end with lots of internal fight
May be rest is essential and right
Tug of war in mind with complete fatigue
All planning for results with colleague
Still lot of worries when day is over
Finally I run for shelter and cover
Stars and sky make no noise
Twinkle more and readily poise,
Calm nights and dead silence
Peace allover and no violence
Night brings relief and calm
No more assaults and no more harm
Tempo run high but welcome with greetings
You are among people with lots of meetings
though nights are more to be dreaded
Remember Him and guilt to be pleaded
Time to think and assess with mind cool,
Steps to be taken so that not to look fool.
Why nights are feared and create flutter?
Day’s sequences repeat and mind works faster
Night’s calm but late calls creates panic
Bad news always make you feel skeptic
Sick people take heavenly abode in night,
Life’s agony comes to an end after grim fight
It is called destiny and path right,
Even powerful may surrender fearing HIS might
Nights are welcome to seek meaningful refuge
Review of actions and nothing to confuse
Severance with defeatist views and more to infuse
With strong resolve in mind, crisis to defuse
Seeking solace for rightful path
Cooling of body after fresh bath
For a moment you are away and off the scene
Not to be heard and never to be seen
So nights are blessing in disguise,
Open the venue for smooth sail and cruise
With mind at rest and ready for test
Situation may prove fruitful and best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A dark night
Who is not afraid of dark nights?
When calm descends on our left or right
In sleepless nights you have so much to fight
You are scared and await to see the next days light
You tend to loose no attention even in fall
It has been taken as righteous thing as call
We plan for next opportunity to come
Don’t loose the sight and ready to welcome
You are given time to rethink and adjust
It is always necessary and must
One need not be discouraged and stand fast
The quaest for success must not end or last
The nights are altogether different
Their calm nature is apparent
It adds to worry for unseen fear
Those hours are very difficult to bear
It is not the fact an individual is coward
He is frightened to look inward
Many thoughts puzzle his mind
He can’t go into reason and suitably find
It he survives that night’s ordeal
Consider it victory and good deal
To pass restless night is herculean task
One has to face it without wearing mask
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Night of Nights
‘Twas deep; so deep of night,
When I saw what I had seen -
So truly deep of night,
When I went where I had been,
And really deep of night,
When I heard what I had heard:
Perhaps a fox or badger,
Or a sort of night-time bird.
‘Twas late that night of nights,
When something there was there -
So very late that night of nights,
Where that thing was where -
'Twas deep of night of nights,
When it ran to where it ran:
Perhaps a stoat or Billy goat,
Or ghostly little man.
‘Twas in the night of night of nights,
When something scary caused a scare -
So late of night of night of nights,
When something hairy raised my hair -
The deep of night of night of nights…
So don't you wonder what it was?
Well I never really truly saw it -
Why? Because because!
‘Twas in the night of night of night of nights
Oh I've had enough!
Night night.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Night night, night night
Night night, night night
Night night
night
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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It's the nights
It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest
In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost
I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost
I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right
Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night
I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right
Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest
Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest
poem by David Whalen
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In Three Days
I
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,—
Only a touch and we combine!
II
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
III
0 loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold—
The dark inspired, the light controlled!
As early Art embrowns the gold.
IV
What great fear, should one say, "Three days
That change the world, might change as well
Your fortune; and if joy delays,
Be happy that no worse befell!"
What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
May throw no shadow on your ways;
But years must teem with change untried,
With chance not easily defied,
With an end somewhere undescried."
No fear!—or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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As Dark as Night
No object can be as dark as nights
You can’t deny even if you are right
It has special mention with significance
Not matter how much you dislike but has got some relevance
They are all torturous when icy winds blow
You sleep on bed but only thoughts flow
This makes you restless until you are slept
But till then you are awake and silently kept
Even single insect makes its presence known
I wish to have peace and rest in my own
I can’t have it as mind is rushed to another land
Where only stupid live without any end
I make no move and stare at roof
‘I am in love” yes/no but needs some proof
I think it may take some more sleepless nights
When I will able to make it right
I no not when it will be over
I will have to take refuge or cover
Night may not pass that easily to give me comfort
But something ahs to be done to anchor the ship at port
I am in tight position
I feel it is good and nice composition
I glance at moon and take some solace
I must have some coolness on face
Some of the things can be enjoyed only at night
When there is no noise or nobody remains in sight
It gives sense of belonging in isolation
It revives all memories to strengthen the relation
Soon I may be woken up by day light
I will have no remorse for sleepless night
The day may start with new crusade
Sweet memories may not that easily fade
It is good to have close association with darkness
Certain things only can lighten your face
How come you know when other side remains unknown?
Happiness is enjoyed when you are sometimes forced down
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An unwanted call
People remember at eleventh hour and make a call
They don’t bother about time and ring a bell
It is their way of dealing the matter
At the end we are only looser
We may loose our peace of mind
Their lame excuses may not look so kind
It may be so much important in their opinion
It may be enough tow rack the bonded union
Why it crates flutter in mind when there is knocking?
Why do we regret at not locking?
We don’t blame anybody but argue
Think of many things which are not due
What does mid night knock really mean?
Does that mean sign of victory and simple win?
It creates panic with the fear that it may bad news
Why to loose sweet night by listening to the views?
It is undesirable to receive any calls at dead night
It is also true that unnecessarily prefers to fight
Caller may have every reason to think it right
He may not wait till the emergency of day light
Normally nights are meant to be very dark
It may generate worries and allow controversy to spark
We may hear distinctly the dog’s bark
Ming will be occupied and thinking will start
Love can’t be shown or reflected
Wounds may be deep when inflicted
Its impact will be felt at the midnight
Certain calls at night may not allow you to think right
Well these are means to express the desire
May be there are many more ways to admire
Surely it is simple way to acknowledge
Straight forward approach to lay the seize
May be you are fond of intelligence
Wants to praise but not far from fence
Best way is to be off the guard and nothing to seek
Half battle may be won in the coming weeks
surely out look and beauty is form essence
not to be measured by looking through lance
to feel its importance is only from within
Trust may be destroyed if you act mean
No one would like hollow talk
Unnecessary conversation while on simple walk
One must take precaution not to make any wrong move
Misgiving, if any, must be immediately removed
She may have so many things to emit
May offer her hand or simply admit
should she know your sincere efforts?
She must have liked your good rapports
other things may stand not in way
When you gather strength and say
”I pledge to stand by and take you alone
Never to leave you in midst of crisis as one”
Such impatience can last in the night
Admission or rejection may be conveyed before day light
As nights passed of with so much tension
It is worthless to point out and mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Totally inactive
I die daily when go to sleep
There won’t be time left to weep
The final hour will be maintained
Not a single second more to be detained
It is onward journey and heavenly bound
No short cut or passage is found
The death bell may ring around
Perfectly when you have sleep very sound
Hardly for few hours are you active
In night you are dead and totally inactive
You may have new plans and future activities
It may end soon with lots of uncertainties
We embark on a venture which is unhelpful
No sureties whether it will shot sure or successful
Still futile bid for appeasing the false ego
The fate has waited for it years ago
No signal or warning to pack the plans
Not single second to alter the command
Leaving behind as it is for none to take care
Who knows you will be taken where?
Leave aside the futility of life for a second
Think about the next moment lying beyond
Nothing purposeful if planned not in participation
You won’t have even slight indication
Come in life next day to witness the cycle
Same routine and nothing new in circle
It is big round to find result and revolve around
Eyes may remain wide open in dismay when stand on ground
Helpless eyes may look in despair at sky
Thousands of thoughts to enter and pertinently ask why
What was the shortcoming not contemplated in mind?
Lot of confusion to over come and suitable answer to find
Is it not the illusory world that keeps us at large?
What we see is not water but a false mirage?
No firm ground or place to look and take refuge
Not sure of it but in disbelief eyes still refuse
So all in earnestness we die practically at night
Everything is left behind for others to make it right
Numbers of steps in mind to counter the move
Still no fear for self being forcefully removed
Sometimes days are longer than nights
Nights sometimes are longer to make it right
Hours remain same for correcting the trend
Where then time left to make the amend
So many shoddy deals take place in dark
Some of things are made unknown to embark
No one knows the exact launching time and place
We only know the ways and means to save the face
Utilize the day and rest in night
Nights are not meant to fight
Everything to come at stand still
Surrender everything at free and good will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beware the Devil
Beware the devil hidden from sight
In darkened shadows late at night
For Satan lurks, he lies in wait
For hapless souls to make mistakes
And when they do, all hope is gone
For the devil your soul will work upon
He will dissect your mind, chill your heart
Your dreams and wishes he will tear apart
Bleak thoughts he will place in your brain
He will weaken your body, cause you pain
With fiery flames he will corrupt your soul
And with his evil will take control
He will fit you out in colours dark
Alone in a place so bleak and stark
He will taunt you, twist you round
Till no trace of sanity can be found
There you will remain, weary and cold
As you shake with fear at what will unfold
Then Satan speaks with evil ire
Tempts you into hells own fire
Those shining flames flickering bright
Consume you into an endless night
Evil now reigns, and goodness is taken
A nightmare from which you will never awaken
So beware the devil hidden out of sight
In darkest shadows late at night
For Satan waits, his evil to spawn
Tread carefully, you have been warned!
poem by Sue Crocker
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If It Wasnt For The Nights
I got appointments, work I have to do
Keeping me so busy all the day through
Theyre the things that keep me from thinking of you
(ohhh) baby, I miss you so, I know Im never gonna make it
Oh, Im so restless, I dont care what I say
And I lose my temper ten times a day
Still its even worse when the nights on its way
Its bad, oh, so bad
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Id have courage left to fight if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
How I fear the time when shadows start to fall
Sitting here alone and staring at the wall
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
No one to turn to, you know how it is
I was not prepared for something like this
Now I see them clearly, the things that I miss
(ohhh) baby, I feel so bad, I know Im never gonna make it
I got my business to help me through the day
People I must write to, bills I must pay
But everythings so different when nights on its way
Its bad, oh, so bad
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Id have courage left to fight if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
How I fear the time when shadows start to fall
Sitting here alone and staring at the wall
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(fade)
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Dark Nights
Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness the around her. She screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapped inside her own self.
She is stuck in the darkness, the nothingness, and the numbness.
The dreadful dark nights she is consumed by. She doesn’t want no one's help. she wants to do this on her own.
Dark nights, she is actually comfortable here. She is used to it here. she belongs here
at least for now.
Dark nights, it is her one place she is accepted. No one knows her, no one is there.
Dark nights, it is a place of her own. A place she created. No judgments.
The dark nights ask nothing of her, the dark night does not have any expectations of her.
She owns the Dark nights.
poem by Ashley Joyce Forbus
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Midnight Scare
Nights are really scary
You won’t like to be awake and worry
Mind works at faster space than light
You think more of wrong then right
Nights are meant for relaxation and sound sleep
You need not think much and go very deep
If you stress more then it may spoil your night
You will be in state of alert and constantly fight
If someone has told you about the miracles
You mind will definitely be occupied by such tales
Some unnatural happening may threaten your conscious
This may trouble you and keep engaged continuous
I would love to recall such incidences
I was saved from it at once
Some ghost like object appeared at the window
I picked the stone and tried to throw
It gave me some sort of confidence
Even though I give no weight or credence
It has given me some bad thoughts to scare
But I am prepared to stay and go no where
I keep remembering Holy Spirit
It keeps me sound and totally fit
No ghost or such evil can come near
As I have enough courage not to fear
I saw once some frightening element
I was speechless and could not speak or comment
I remembered God number of times
I got composure back but it happens sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Castle in the air
I try to come closer but unable to do
Fail to look in her eyes but that too proves untrue
What else can be done to prove my existence?
A stage of no control on mind in her presence
I try to build castles in the air
But it looks funny and unfair
If I can’t approach her with some authority
It is sign of weak person and bad quality
I am least concerned about a year nearing to an end
I am person of weak and unstable mind for anything to send
Neither a word of attachment nor a sign of true feelings
Inner cells are dying slowly with almost conscious killing
If such is the case with her presence
What can be state of long absence?
I fear about the unforeseen consequences
I try to find some lovely words with sentences
Nights seems to me as dark era in offing
I dance to the tune as joker in the circus ring
She is at the centre of complete show
My fears are confounded and certainly grow
Moon suddenly failed to draw my attention
Stars were fading and found no worth mention
“Night can’t shadow me or rule’” I asserted
I must see her with new approach and feel elated
She is worth million and needs special mention
Either in words or with some special composition
Poems can be an easy option with lots of appreciation
A reason worth deserving for building up of good relation
I must be good at conceiving the idea for lovely praise
She must get fair ideas of my motive and blind chase
First time I got worry lines off and little smile on face
After all it was long marathon and to be considered as race
It was undisputed and powerful arm in the hands of lover
Who at one point of time was failure and nonbeliever?
Today he has powerful ideas to influence and gain the access
What else can be termed it as saving off the lost face?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Love You (Villanelle)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
as our relationship has come with Godly grace,
I do love you through every day and night,
even when times of joy are far from sight
as you make this earth a heavenly place.
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
while I long to be to you the companion that I might
as the depth of our feelings are sometimes without a trace,
I do love you through every day and night,
while you draw me nearer to the Godly light
and onward daily our lives do constantly race.
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
with gentleness, without any fear and fright
although my childish ways might be commonplace
I do love you through every day and night.
Even if for you I have got struggle and fight
have got to face the most dangerous menace;
I love you with feelings that are true and right,
I do love you through every day and night.
[Reference: 'XLIII' 'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways']
poem by Gert Strydom
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Top Of The World
If you ask sincerely about my wish
I would certainly say that I wish the day to finish
With whatever I could do for livelihood
Whether with means clearly understood or not
'Hello dear good night and happy sweet dreams'
Sun may slowly disappear and end its rays beam
Dead night may slowly approach with calm and peace
Nothing to think about and finally relax at ease
I love to be in the arms of sweet dream queen
Even though I daily wait for sun to end soon
So as to reach with no worries and get lost
No extra amount to pay and absolutely at no cost
This is only arena where no one restricts
No order of any such kind emerges or instructs
You are the master and can choose any one you like
No worry lines or unhappiness ever strikes
I will find my self on big bed with rose petals
With all beautiful attendants ready to serve on arrival
I shall look at them with pride and satisfaction
Any one could think of me as foolish person in action
I have thought number of times about such tendency
Why do we rely upon unreality and try to deny?
Bare and naked fact that hunts us through out
We then take refuge in dreams and talk nothing about
It is nice to have dreams and feel top of the world
It is equally good to rule over domain and remain in fold
Yet some of the matters need solution in day time
Nights are only meant to relax not to work over time
Next day I would laugh it out as mere repetition
About sequences that I had faced as burning questions
Here I was ruling as single man and taking fast decisions
Where as in real life I remained inactive with confusion
We have no control over night as it 'no more' syndrome
You are actually dead in silence and gone
Everything is taking place in dead mind
Where person enjoys and never fears to find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Night-Bound.
Comes the night that brings me rest,
Comes the dark that folds me in
This of all my nights the best,
Nights of virtue, nights of sin.
I can hear a water moan,
And it seems no mortal tide,
But my own grey life that's gone
With the darkness to abide.
Ah! beyond the veil I pierce —
See my pain and pleasure done
In a mouldering universe
Without stars and without sun!
Through my warm red veins the chill
Of Death's coming seems to creep,
Till the world grows ghasty still
To me in my lonely sleep
So I cease: this night is mine;
Other nights for other things!
Comes the gloom that is divine
With the peace for me it brings.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Foot steps
I heard some foot steps with knock
it was midnight as sounded the clock
I saw one imaginary fairy in white frock,
I stared at her motionless as hard rock,
I too heard distant call and noise,
It was gentle walk in corridor with some voice,
I could not believe with my naked eyes,
Was it she waving and saying byes?
Oh, dark night even was not offering silence
Night’s presence seemed to me complete nonsense
it was difficult to gather what she wanted to say?
Dead calm too proved hurdle for attention to pay
Stars you stop twinkling as she wants to say something
I am not at all in position to say or hear anything
Moon you too light little more so I can see
Allow me to watch her under the big tree
Oh nights you stop your movement
She may disappear at any moment
Moon you too don’t offer lavish comment,
No praise in her honor is to be sent
She is some where around with sweet fragrance
I have seen her in full boom with elegance
I have no strength left with zero tolerance
Allow me to see her and talk with her at once
I had run in the sleep and twisted the ankle
As I didn’t want to loose you from any angle
Reason you know is very straight and simple
you were so beautiful with red cheeks and dimples
O, flowers you too have no tolerance,
She has such unique fragrance, with appearance
I shook my head in discomforts with disbelief,
All these happy moments at least offered me some relief,
What has she done to me as person?
Are the sleepless night’s only reason?
Was she not blooming in every season?
Nothing was left behind and everything was on,
I longed for her in my life boat,
I preferred bitter pills with sugar coat
She was around me with full support;
I too had good tuning with rapport
She departed at a time when I needed her most
I was stunned to bear such shock with personal cost
She not only delivered heaviest blow but made me dumb
I crumbled on the ground injuring all fingers with thumb
Nights have become totally barren and mean to live
Eyes search her in all the direction and refuse to believe
Will she emerge again to offer me relief and solace?
It will be happiest moment of life to be found in palace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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