Night


It is a dark night.
I'm shivering with the cold wind.
standing on the roof of the simming pool
staring constantly at the moon
and the stars and the water.
Trying to feel the chill
of the swimming pool.
I always wanted to swim
and to fuse with its blue aura
But, I cant
I dont know how to swim.
Reflections of the stars
are not so steady.
They are dancing with the silent music.
with the rhytm of my heart.
I want to take a picture.
Want to preserve this moment.
The divinity, the simplicity.
Something urged me
to an intensity like madness.
I want to hear your voice.
(oh...I'm human
always want mre than we get)
I want to feel the heaven.
My hands are in my pocket now.
I'm calling you.
I got the great response.
'waiting'.
It is really a dark night.
And I'm shivering with the cold wind.

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Ravali said...

i guess u cud have written better..not upto ur standard :D


Sudhi said...

i disagree with you
is it compylsory for someone to write something which poetic or which contents some odd english words??
i like this simple article which clearly shows what he was thinking,.. what he was feeling at that time
:)


LabyrinthinE said...

gr8 poem!!
:)
and sumtimes d wait is worth the result..m sure urs was too!!

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