Saturday, May 17, 2008

Nights like These


Ecstasy of a mindless haze
The joy of numbed sensations
Yet, a night spent in rowing down the tear-lane
Why did he cry…he knew not…
But he took comfort in the warmth on his cheeks

Forgetting is easy in the crunch of his existence
His fight for survival gives him no space
Yet the blood flows from his unhealed wounds
He feels it not…and nobody sees it…
But on nights like these he takes solace
In the almost forgotten sensation
Of the unending black flow down his soul

He spends sleepless nights
Yet he waits not for sunshine
An irony that has become a part of his life
He wants, desires, craves and waits for…
The person who hates him the most
Through nights like these…he feels her again
And assures himself that he hasn’t yet forgotten

He is foolish…
Misunderstanding himself…his needs…
He goes on taking punishment…
Yet he doesn’t find redemption
In pain…he finds an ally
In love…he finds a mirage

4 comments:

Apeksha said...

beautiful verses....with unfathomable depths....it has hidden desires...coated with partly accepted truth....the loss of hope.....yet an unfulfilled want....very human...one can feel oneself throughout the poem....immersible...n intricate....very lovely...keep writing

Barsali says: Love Life..... said...

oh God!
how sad...how dark...yet, how true......

Akansha@transforming dreams into reality.com....keep smilin:) said...

Welll...hi bhaiya...As i was readin ur poem....it reminded me of something tht confronted me a while ago....as a matter of fact, each and every wrd is an embodiment of The eternal feeling...The essential truth which overwhelms life is something tht i love abt ths poem of urs...Seriously awesome one...Btw thnx a ton fr allowing me to view ur reflection...

Rajyashree Sen said...

There's music in unhappiness and U seem an addict.
Drinking gulps of it, and still not throwing up? which means:
there's a little bit of me in you.
Or, perhaps there's a little bit of u in everyone.