The Pitch-Dark Night
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At this time of night,
when even the lights are shy,
What’s in my heart?
It’s just a piece!
A piece of my mind.
When will the answers be paid?
I Demand-
Of my past,
the present it stands,
The future.. it cries.
My mind only hurdles,
through that sight.
“This night is the only night”- I said,
as I cradled the dime I regret.
Although every other night
I hurdle through the dark path,
to find the light ,
the heart – The mind.
But when the shadow of the dark flows-
where can I find the hearts pure light?
OH GOD!! There you formed,
with my poured-out light,
who comes to seek the truth of my mind.
“Take me there”- I replied.
Although it stands-
to the tranquillity of its divine life.
Time flowed along
as we walked through the sand dune sight
-the water enrages,
as the air breathes through time-
the sand dunes in my mind
engraves as it rise.
The light of devotion
-in front of my eyes-
extent in time,
like the seashore water
washing my sand dunes dime.
I was crying for an answer
- for my time,
for the darkness -
that adores my life.
But you walked along
trying to find
another sight of light,
dragging me behind.
I was crying – walking along
-like the dark misty shadow, that follows the sea shore.
My blistered feet could take no more,
fatigue pushed in
as I walked behind alone.
You moved on
through space and time,
leaving me behind
With the ones you conjured.
The things I missed on the other side
Has ended with the given time,
in this limelight of night, I suppose,
I forgot to move to the other side.
“Move forward”- I said
-to thyself that time,
forgetting the castle;
I built with my ever-growing mind -
BEHIND.
OH God! Why do you go so far?
although you do come from my heart;
The whole world is up there for the light
but why do you still move apart?
Like the flowers in my crown falls in dirt
but I still pick’em up,
and the pattern returns.
Without your thought I went through no night
Always there when questions arise,
you came in to fill the pit hole in time.
But one thing which riddles my find
the hidden abhorrent truth,
that unravels the mind.
Why? is the question I only took
and Facts acknowledged takes me toward you,
but you move forward with no further ado!
All my answers were all unresolved,
with more questions forward,
on your light form.
The more I walk,
far you go,
The light Infront -
smaller it goes.
I paced myself
- with the walking light,
to find only darkness
again in sight.
I walked in a hurry
with the knowledge adored.
But Eureka!! I find;
and the loop revolves.
With the push of darkness – behind – ignored,
Knowledge is darkness
-the answer I got.
 But no one to tell beside, it shows..
creates a loop of time, I thought.
The more I think - more darkness grows
More answer I seek - more questions evolve.
This is the time I came to know
It is not you I sought to grow.
It seems like my faith in you is lost
My Guru, my life,
My god, My time
All words are there,
but the divine is gone.
But get the catch, get the sight.
Another light arrives
to take divines dime
It’s YOU all along praying for life,
praying for another - that gets in line.
You are the one that created the light-
The sand dunes dime,
The pitch dark night.
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there can be infinite interpretation of the story told. But to think and analyse from my perspective these examples can be used.
Sand dunes dime – A metaphor for life’s priced possessions
me, You, Heart, mind, night, Dark night, Light, time, God, loop, knowledge - Everything resembles to the act of survival through knowledge and evolving to something unimaginable yet containable to thyself.
Dime – a metaphor to everything you can think of. Anything that falls in the poem with your thinking capacity
the word revolves have two meanings, both can be applied to the poetry.
Sand dunes –Questions and push we all get while growing and surviving. Also, can be the dictionary meaning of the word. Both applies in the poem
From my point of view the line "knowledge is darkness" is somewhat the answer of the question “why true intelligent people cannot be happy” although “this” collection of experience and information is the key to consciousness and can break the barrier of survival in the species.
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