in love with night

I lay awake,

on my bed….

its half past twelve,

i turn around I delve….


its late …..

I turn irate…

why cant I sleep?

for I am a person who droop,

every second past ten…..


I raise from my bed,

I tread down the stairs,

its dark ;

but I see that old forgotten mark…..

on my window pane,


I sit there in dark….

caressing that old mark…

staring into the wide dark…

pushing open the window Β ….


as the cool breeze sweeps my hair,

and tickles my long lost happiness,

I smile after a long while,

as the memories resonate back to me…..


beauty of the night,

the spirit of dark greeted me,

she was in her splendor,

her lovely head erect ,

with the strange sense of power…


I am in love with darkness…

In love Β with her aura…

her distinct aurora….

I sit there gaping at her silence,

in love with the depth of darkness…..

and the intertwined secrets she keeps…


she smiles….I look blank…

for I never felt so shrank,,,,

completely drawn I sit…

bewitched in her I look….


how lovely she looks ,

as she moves in moonlit lane,

the stars smile at me,

for they recognize me….

a girl who once,

always stared at them…

and wished to converse with them…

but now never glances at their side…


I love it more,

coz my lovely dark spirit,

may have walked into dark…

because never did light show us the truth….

it has always showed us disguises,


In the mild breeze

I sit

staring into expanse of darkness

basking in its weirdness,,,,,,


I am crazy you might think,

for you would love it more,

if you ever had time,

to enjoy the beauty of night….





45 thoughts on “in love with night

  1. Anagha,
    I didn’t know where to write this to you, so I placed it here. J.K. Rowling is posting a four-day online series, beginning today (I guess) at on the history of magic in north america. I just thought you’d like to know.

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      1. The dark is a lot of things, so I can’t see (whether they do or not) folk exclusively limiting it to evil. I remember, after a long day spent in my old neighborhood, tired, walking back to my new one (as a young man), the impression the dark left with me. For me, then, a good book awaited me. My Dad might call me to sit by his bed where my Mom lay reading, “Miguel, ven a ver esto.”….come take a look at this. Something on TV he was watching, for a minute or so. This was a man who never spoke to me, and so these moments were meaningful. Respite, the dark. In those days I would sleep through the night. Not anymore. The dark can be questions, piled one on top of another, unanswered. Is there someone in the dark there, withholding the answers? Sure, it is eye who sees, me. Much more the dark and darkness can inspire. Thank you for pointing me in this direction.

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  2. “never did light show us the truth” -how come you feel all these things. This is impeccable, philosophical too. Nights are magical. But living in my boxed flat, I rarely venture out these days, stroll under the cool moon, stare at the mottled sky. Reading this poem I realize how I’m missing out on this experience. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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    1. thanks a lot….I too dont get time…but at times when I walk home late…..and stay in home all alone when parents leave..I take a stroll out…..gazing the stars….especially nowadays..when my friends hurt me a lot….I find refuge in nature…or books my academic books…because story books are banned…

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      1. I read books of all genres….fiction nonfiction,autobiographies,horror fantasy…..but I prefer fiction more….I am not a great lover of love stories….but all I get are chetan bhagats ,ravinder singhs,and preethi shenoys love stories….coz my friends read only that….
        but I love sidney sheldon,and obviously books like percy jackson and harry potter….and above all Shakespearean classics….agatha christi….jane austen….the list goes on…

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      2. wow. you have a wide range of interest. chetan bhagat and the likes really do not justice to the prose writing. But I have read CB too πŸ˜› So i guess it’s part of growing up

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      3. Many types. These days reading a lot of Fantasy and Magical realism genre. Not too much into love genre. I read non-fiction a lot. But one of the blogger here has recommended reading Nicholas Spark. So will try that.

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      1. Oh no!πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ
        Thanks to you for writing and sharing such beautiful things,i could really relate to most of them.Many more of your posts left to read and i’ll read all of them certainly before sleeping tonight.😊

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      2. Awww m gladπŸ™ˆ
        Love you too 😘😊
        Keep smiling.
        And and and i want your next upload to be a happy one,think about good things and pen them down,i’ll be waiting 😊

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