Thursday, 14 February 2008

Night and the Flower

Often in blankness
The Night stares
And sees the black flower bloom
Drunk on the ink
Of Its skies
The Night mourns
Its slow seep
For the bud must grow
And Night must cry
Tears to keep it alive.

I am the
Tainted Night
Flower of darkness.
Hued too early in years,
Imbued with a melancholy
That no word or song or love
Will hold nor heal
We weep a lost dream
And live
On a reed pipe’s tune
That tells our tale

‘A night and a flower
Bloomed long ago…’


Johnny Cigar said...

great flow..
nice usage of short sentences.

virender vyas said...

profound ...

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