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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required When sleep deserted me I crawled out of my bed unseen To delve into the crevices of the dark With the curiosity of an explorer And the near comatose of a somnambulist I walked up and down the steep slopes of the night Like a night watchman Without a lantern in hand. When my legs grew weary I sat on a rock Covered with moss and lichen Staring into the dark night sky With no constellation of fireflies Flashing their torches anywhere Sitting there, in that bewitching night, I listened to the song of night birds, The rustle of leaves, The howl of wolves, And the night wind’s rave. Looking into the dark pockets of the night, I thought of human mind, a deep gorge With many an uninhabitable corner Where serpent desires lie coiled, Scorpions crawl with toxic pincers And predators roam to prey upon helpless victims. The mystery of the night absorbed me, Her muffled sounds, her dark beauty And her elusive charm, like thick night fog, Percolated deep into my consciousness, And I floundered in a fathomless sea, Swirling in her eddies and currents. It whisked me away to lands far…far! But on being washed ashore, I was in a creative delirium. I am now in No Man’s Land, Where everything is in a coma of stillness, Where no light glimmers, No door ajar And no one in sight! Here the poet in me breaks open, The somnambulistic comatose, And down way flow my thoughts in indelible ink Which only I can read. Like a night bird, Roosting among the branches of a tree, I sing of my heart aches, Of my yearnings and longings. In the barely audible whispers of the night, My song reverberates in the eyeless abyss down, And in the dark desolate valleys below. People say, ghosts walk the earth at night. Oh! I am not scared! I am not eager for the dawn to break, Nor want to put my pen down!
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