Saturday, 3 December 2011

ONE SUMMER NIGHT

 
One summer night he  sat out there, alone
The winds sighing and leaving  a soft moan
He sat there  in silence , a storm brewing in his mind
He searched for some comfort ,which he couldn’t find
The stars winked at him ,
The moon looked down & smiled
They all seemed to  be asking him
“ What’s the matter with you ,child?”

He tried to share his thoughts with the night
But nothing helped , tried what he might
He hoped something, someone ,would ease the pain
& this burning inside him, he wished it would rain

But soon he realised,  the key to
happiness ,he held within
and if he was strong ,a new life
a new journey, could begin

So he  planned a new future and left behind the past
He prayed that this summer night, forever may last
But soon the moon’s face grew pale and grey
One by one the stars said goodbye & faded away

Time, took his hand and whispered, "Just talk with me
I promise every thing will be  alright, just walk with me"
Suddenly he knew that tomorrow will bring, laughter & fun
Dawn was  breaking, soon he would be kissed, by the sun



11 comments:

  1. I can vividly imagine you sitting on the parapet wall of your hotel “s balcony outside your room into the late night and I can imagine your face expression( very serious) and no smile on your lips or eyes,, looking at the stars and moon .

    I have seen that sad (or should I call it the angry Youngman look?) so many times so long ago. I remember, how I used to wish that I could comfort you with words and action but we were not as close and society was in between us.

    Your beautiful poem took me back in time to those days when we talked more with eyes and when I longed to be able to comfort you. I simply loved the post. You do write wonderful rhyming poems. Looking forward to your next( may be in a few hours at this rate??)

    Sue

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  2. Wow again! This poet is on a roll! Woohoo :)
    Superb rhyming lines with wonderful emotions captured by them... each of your poems has a soul, Dad - they're like living examples of the past, giving us a sneak peek at all that had happened!
    Nostalgia at its best \m/

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  3. I could totally picture you while reading this...sitting in the balcony of your hotel room, under a dim lamp, reading a novel or a book of poetry or just lost in your thoughts, late at night...sitting there right till the very first ray of the sun pierces the dark sky...you in your on world...
    beautiful dad...loved it! :)
    waiting for more...but looks like you're going at lightening speed, so I don't think I'll have to wait for long :p

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  4. Thanks to all of you. Love you guys.

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  5. Your beautiful verses narrate a story ; the words you choose emanate emotions, thoughts that seem to have danced in the past and long gone yet preserved, just to look back and see the long walk taken from that point.

    Awaiting for more of the soulful pieces that you dole out..

    Your enthusiasm is highly inspiring. It urges me to complete the pending list of my writings.Very soon !

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  6. very very beautiful verses! one summer night! aah!! awesome... uncle u r inspiring me with ur creations. :) it looks like i am also gonna do something worthy.. very soon. obviously not poems. i love reaidng them. once again, kudos to you!!

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  7. i forgot to mention my name in a haste. ohhh... the prev comment by uv. looks like a few spelling mistakes too. *reading. :O
    uv

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  8. Thanx, Mystic for your wonderful comments, there are something I'll always value.I hope you find time to complete atleast a few of your pending drafts. Good day.

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  9. @Mystic
    Yes yes, you're lagging behind all of us... jaldi se start posting your beautiful compositions! :)

    @Dad
    Good going... the posts come alive with the wonderful combination of beautifully strung together beads of words and carefully chosen images :)
    Keep innovating and improvising! You sure have discovered a wonderful hobby!!

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  10. Your poem reminded me of a verse from Psalms.

    "Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning."

    keep it goin;)

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  11. Thanks Amit,I would like to tell you that I frequently, take a peek at your 'Scribble Pad' ,I love your poetry, your work is amazing. You sure are gifted.

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