Like the silence which greets the news of a death or unexpected joy
A silence pregnant with possibilities,
A virgin darkness and an attraction of the 'out there',
Little stars winking from another time.
The moon, the bored queen of a kingdom of frivolity and mirth,
The vast blackness-
The blackness of human heart.
Silence, that which precedes a storm,
Or that which exists in space
Between two armies just before the battle trumpet is blown.
Home to so many dreams,
so many corridors of better existence.
Sometimes a fleeting aircraft molests the purity of that void. Sometimes a shooting star crowns its sanctity.
The stillness,
The mystery...
Just the pure joy of existing as nothingness.
A silence pregnant with possibilities,
A virgin darkness and an attraction of the 'out there',
Little stars winking from another time.
The moon, the bored queen of a kingdom of frivolity and mirth,
The vast blackness-
The blackness of human heart.
Silence, that which precedes a storm,
Or that which exists in space
Between two armies just before the battle trumpet is blown.
Home to so many dreams,
so many corridors of better existence.
Sometimes a fleeting aircraft molests the purity of that void. Sometimes a shooting star crowns its sanctity.
The stillness,
The mystery...
Just the pure joy of existing as nothingness.
7 comments:
it seems ur in a good spell.these brief sparks are interesting pieces.flashes of poetic prose.what would be the genre of this? cant figure out.but keep them coming.
i don't know about genre classifications myself..and i guess in the postmodern world, no meta narrative of genre classification does exist. the truth be told, satabdi gave me a nice diary to write something in..so i have decided to write something on myriad topics every other day...so the posts go...i am happy that you are liking them
I like the personification of darkness
Sayan, your portrayal of the moon as female (and bored at that!) was most unusual. I loved the peace this poem brought to my frenetic morning, and I thank you for linking up to Real Toads! Peace, Amy
This poem made me think of the night sky - a calming interlude, as I read. Magical.
The night sky is so much in its darkness...something different for each of us. I enjoyed the personification and the bored moon. Nice work!
beautiful words....lovely lines!!
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