Late nights
with loads of coffee beside
desk full of papers
how shall a soul rest beside?
late nights
with grim silence outside
while chaos test inside
how shall a soul sleep this time?
late nights
With no one beside
mind plays it’s dirty tricks all time
how shall a soul be at ease this time ?
calming the mind
Focusing on breathe
thats what the yogic said
inhale and exhale every time
suddenly the night
looks lovely outside
the cricket plays it’s music
the owl hoots outside
wind blows with screech
the window vibrates each time
Is the night playing orchestra outside
late night
is it a special show
for the lonely soul watching the night
the moon sets the scene
the wind plays like a dream
there seems a violin playing
far somewhere
is it a dream or reality
Mozart seems playing
Late nights
a lonely soul
witness a screen
a play
a music orchestra it seems
was it the effect of yogic’s chant ?
is it a dream or reality….
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The movement you rouse in this on-going description of beating the blues when alone at night is fantastic and leaves this reader wanting to read it again and this time aloud - - first rate writing my friend.
Thank you so much dear Fay
Your kind comments made it special
And the words from you, makes me feel that I did well
Thank you so much Fay
Dear Spiller,..Your description was very picturesque...
You really feel when you write.. !! Good one again !!!
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
Well I felt I lost my muse
Even in this I couldn’t feel the rhyme
I could feel the night
So I wrote as it is
Wondering if it could be called a poetry
The lonesome blues playing on ones mind is never a way to be at peace with the life of the night. Well described in your post today.
Thank you so much Dusk
It’s a luxury for those who can fall asleep easily at nights
I guess I lost that luxury
So I spend hearing music at night
A fine write S.
Thanks Orchi
You capture the spirit of 3am brilliantly. Great write.
Thank you so much dear reader
So you too are an night owl 🙈
That reality of wonder can often be formed within ourselves spilleronsheet. Very goo words.
Andy
Thanks a lot dear Andy
you have the gift of capturing moments that so often fill my own dark hours until I finally succumb & the words rattling around in my head take a well deserved break ...a very relatable post my friend ...
Neville
Thank you so much dear Neville…this gift helps me to free my mind…its a pleasure to be a poet
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