Wednesday 21 December 2016

In between two longest nights

The night of 21st December, is the 'longest night' of the year, also touted as the astronomical beginning of 'winter'. In some cultures, it is the mid-winter or extreme winter. This poem is mainly inspired by 'The longest night' and winter and also, by high tides - the Moon and the Sea. I happened to have a dream about the Moon on a full moon night, several nights ago, some strange events pertaining to water followed and I was thinking of 'the high tide' caused by the moon. One thing to another, the thoughts, dreams and a bit of strange reality merged into this story - the Moon longing for the Sea. Or perhaps it is just about the Sea, caught between reality of the Sun and fantasy of the Moon, which cause in her, a surge of emotions. The Sun speaks of hope and demands of the day, while the Moon speaks of fear and dreams of the night. While the sea listens, endures and thrives through it all.

In between two longest nights

Were many a moon and cosmic lamps
Afloat in thousands of thoughts, dreams and sights
Somewhere in not so middle happened to be...

A new-moon, set alight by man made stars

Of unfelt wishes and heartfelt wants
Unfathomed truths of chances lost and found
In the quagmire of life

For once stood still... the time
And reality closed its eyes


'Surreal' was the year
Festive was the day
Quiet were the hours
Musical was the silence
Filled to the brim
With the darkness of awakening

That questioned the light of the day

Why is the Sun so scared?
That he shines so bright
Burning with all his might
Oh the things he hides!
Inside his light
That the darkness lay bare.
That the moon knows
When he glows and evokes
Agony on sleepless nights
With unforgiving fervor
He pulls the tide from deep slumber
The sea moans and whines in pain
Held and caressed and restless she
Sheds many a tear longing for a touch
While the moon just fades away
And she wonders in the wake
How long can she take


It's just a dream she sighs
And turns away from his white gaze
With butterflies in her stomach
That ache for a hurricane
The wind threatens to be a storm
Deprived of the warmth of fire
On a cruel cold night


She is sweating in fright
She feels many thoughts and sighs
Coming from a distance far away
In a way that's never happened before
She craves to touch, this time not for herself
But for the moon who seems distraught
"What's bogging you down
Is keeping me up
I ask for nothing but a calm sleep"
She whispers into thin air
With no one to listen.


She stays warm with words
But his silence keeps him cold
And closed like a vault

"I can see a deluge waiting to explode"
But he just wont listen
He just wont speak
Or would he call her insane
She thinks in shame
So she keeps quiet
And goes to sleep
With eyes wide open
And wishing him best

'This too shall pass'
She thinks and plugs her ears
With melodies to silence the fears


But till it stays, she doesn't mind
The ramblings of the wind
For she was born in autumn
She hugs the winter
That craves for fire
Worry not dear
Hold on tight
For this is going to be
The longest night


The longest night
Maybe that'll be our thing
To wish each other
Happiness with another
Amidst the Christmas cheer
May the red nosed reindeer
Bring you presents aplenty
Hope you're hail and hearty
Between the festive nights
The night of lamps and the night of bells
And also between the longest nights
I wish you're well :)





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