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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Today, just out of an inner compulsion, I felt like penning that one special moment that I have always felt so close to. It's not something too astonishing or great but surely is one of the deepest experiences of mine. Something I just can't let go. Something to which I return after every stressful day. I don't actually relate when did the idea actually strike me, may be a few nights back when I escaped slumber and passed the entire night in the dark room looking at the darkness outside or may be a few more such nights back but what I know is I finished writing it just a few minutes back and am too eager for someone to read and comment on it. :-)

Submitted: July 04, 2017

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Submitted: July 04, 2017



There is darkness outside

Not for a negative soul

Only the night

And its melody so sore

As if mist hidden hopes

No beckoning, no goal.

Glancing through the window

Of that old stilt house

You see a sour, crisp moon

An old, mundane tout.

Not a star of those times

Could shine for me so bright

As the now never trodden promises

I saw deep in those eyes,

Enveloped deep in my sighs.

Awakening gloom is all I sense-

An intimacy of the expanding cage.

Oh! A star I do see

Shining as far as you


In the dead view.

Cover photo source: Sketched by Dhriti Jain

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