Late night

spilleronsheet

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….

 

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2021 09:28
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  • Fay Slimm.

    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.

    • spilleronsheet

      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

    • Vamsi Sudha

      Dear Spiller,..Your description was very picturesque...
      You really feel when you write.. !! Good one again !!!

      • spilleronsheet

        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

      • dusk arising

        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.

        • spilleronsheet

          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

        • orchidee

          A fine write S.

        • Coyote

          You capture the spirit of 3am brilliantly. Great write.

          • spilleronsheet

            Thank you so much dear reader
            So you too are an night owl 🙈

          • Goldfinch60

            That reality of wonder can often be formed within ourselves spilleronsheet. Very goo words.

            Andy

          • Neville


            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

            • spilleronsheet

              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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