Monday, October 17, 2011

Child of Night, Child of Time



Moonless night it is, not the darkest.
Motionless trees around, not breezeless.
Neon lambs glow through moisture,
Cold wind blows from nowhere!
A painful world longs to be hopeful.
Bloodshed in a corner, new birth in another.
It rained well not long ago.
Hopelessness takes another breath.
City of hoardings and crossbreeds,
In the midst lays a lone-terrace,
Save a paperback and a lone-soul!

Long locks and blinking eyelids,
Remains there an impression, late into night, gazing,
Gazing beyond the crossroads a billboard,
Board that says pointing to a lady
-Young lady clad in graphic wings-
Be Someone’s Angel,
Thinking nothing.

..

He is begotten son of a woman.
Knew not whence he came from and why,
Why this form and not a bird’s or worm’s,
Why this world and not another!
Long he sits there reading then standing,
Stands thinking, thinking nothing,
Nonetheless something, soul soothing.
Clad in tropical skin, sunshiny eyes,
Statuesque shoulders, limbs and torso,
His legs akin to pine trunks rooted.
Stands like a supple-fleshed proud tree,
Yet remarkably moves,
Moves as though a lifeless tree,
Hairs like leaves swaying.

This loneliest night shan't be his first or last.
Countless nights like these, many shall come forth.
A child of night and child of time afraid of nothing but living life.
Wronged and pained he is, unique not to him alone,
Indeed but pained for the wronged he is.
Whence come the pain and why!

Be it dusk, be it dawn, shine or rain, fall or winter
-And this he never knew-
He casts from his form nary a hint of shadow.




Composed in ‘05, picked up from the seven-page, incomplete narrative poem “Shadow of a Ghost”, presented presently edited and minorly updated.




6 comments:

  1. Vivid. I could see the scene unfold in front of my eyes as I read...
    I must say your writing style has changed significantly over the years.

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  2. Hi Ahimaaz,

    Loved it.. excellent thought.. especially these lines.. loved them..

    He is begotten son of a woman.
    Knew not whence he came from and why,
    Why this form and not a bird’s or worm’s,
    Why this world and not another!

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  3. Thank you, Saru, for your kind words...

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  4. Thank you, Ruhi. I quite agree with what you say. I can only hope the change is not for the worse.

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