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Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai)

Waves of grace, winds of Naam (Nanak Naam Jahaz Hai) On the auspicious occasion of Guru Nanak Dev Ji's Gurpurab, this poem emerges as a ...

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Obscurity

Eyes bulging
From
Yet another
Insomniac
Starlit night
Spent
In
Fairytale anticipations
And
Honey toned dreams,
Inspired
By the crooning old transistor,
Diluted
And
Deliquesced
With the
Obscurity of
Pitch dark hours.
By the first light
The aching puffy eyes
And dark circles
Scream
For the
Obscure covers
So you
Walk out
And face
The morning
In coffee-toned hues,
Countersigning
The conspiracy
Gracefully,
Making repairs
With
The glamour of
Vintage colors
Proffered generously
By
The wayfarers,
Wasting
The beauty
Of the daylight
Behind
Those dark sunglasses,
Only
To bleed again
By
The twilight.
Please,
Shroud this night
Behind the shades.


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4 comments:

  1. Bring on the coffee! I've had mornings like that, and nights too. Nicely captured :)

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  2. I know that feeling all too well. I've suffered with insomnia all of my life. Having bipolar disorder only magnifies the problem, if it isn't at the root of it.
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    1. Insomnia with bipolar disorder. That complicates things. Thank you for stopping by

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