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Splinters torn off my soul..some poems

Saturday, March 25, 2006

thoughts.



thoughts delve deep into you,
o night!
is it your serenity
that ruffles every fibre of my being?
engulfing me so
with watchful eyes
cold and ruthless.
tell me, stranger,
what does your darkness hide?
and why it reveals so much of me?
my thoughts break into a hum
they vibrate with life
no longer mine!
they chat with me.
eyeing me a bit callously.
these very thoughts
who wouldn’t dare look up
in the proud sunlight!
they find an ally in you., o night
creasing their foreheads,
they dissect me.
sneer at me, agitate me
and then soothe me.
i am but clay inn their hands.
tired of their tete-a tete,
o night,
they yawn
and retire with you.

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