I look upwards but can't guess what the time is
3. Pm or 4.pm?
The day is waning
The dull quietness is ruling everywhere
Silently
It’s all void of sound, noise or any voice
The stillness is ominous
(ominous... perhaps is not a right word,
you might call it...intuitive)
The shadows are falling oblique
Sometimes get elongated
Then vanished
The sand-grains in the glass
Are on the move
Constantly
No one can dare to stop
The twilight from coming
And enveloping all the scene around
Soon all the colors of nature
Will hide themselves
Behind the ruling gray
Yet all is not dark still
So nice it is to have a walk
On the soft shoulders of the rustic roads
Neither dark nor bright
And to explore the mystic ruminations
Falling so intuitively
Never forget to keep the pen and the pocket-diary ready
For capturing such creative moments divine
The human company is not wanted as it might kill
some feel of the moment
By the prosaic talk of the here and now
Keep looking straight
The way is at a risk of losing
The shadows of the avenues of the side trees
Are printed on the road
Some will see the nightfall
As their final stop
Some will be on the move
To witness the next dawn breaking
Or beyond
The river-bed on the west
Is ready for the tired sun for a night sleep
We shall wait for the bright dazzles of the new dawn
Just a night away
The company of the lighted bulbs
Is pleasant enough to bear the unbearable wait…
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On the books-strewn bed, with the dream-filled pen
A new poem will fall tonight
the mind is ready to receive! ! !
explore the mystic ruminations Mind receives poems at night. Beautiful poem has come out. Thank you.
in the still of the night when all is quiet the mind is filled with thoughts.
Wow wonderful write..A new poem will fall tonight, the mind is ready to receive..Moment is beautifully captured. Loved the way you penned it Shahzia. Loved it.
thoughts of heart on walk on a wander I see and they wait wonderful in seen
The quiet hush of the night has birthed thoughts of a new poem. Even the darkness does not hide the delightful conception of a the next poem about to be born to PH and other members. We welcome the new creation, Well said.
A lovely elaboration of the setting sun along with the next writing preparation. It's a pleasure to know - keeping the pen ready for capturing the situation............ nice
Your mind...wandering again, writing the words from the moment.. ..ah..forget the formality, let just heart speaks and feel the moment..- maybe, maybe this is what you said to self when write this, and yes this write is so good...i have sometimes feel the same..i like your thought_SOul
Some beautiful thoughts Shahzia - night-time seems to be the best time for most poets. A lovely read.
the pen and paper is always at the ready at 3: 00 am is a good time to write for me. If I wait until dawn all is lost. a good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the moment with an insight like the gale if not captured by ink will say good bye. Super hit.