Bye bye midnight

Bye bye midnight

A Poem by Ru Banerjee
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"To my nocturnal friends who are keeping awake at midnights and talking to the midnight clocks in the ghostly silence of their rooms".

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Its past midnight, my limp and frail body
Looks at the clock ticking on the wall-
'Tick-tack-toe'....
While it surrenders
To the golden sunshine of another day.


I sit downstairs, alone with the midnight clock
And the unborn angel in my belly...
Listen to the rocking and weeping
And lullabies of my older angel upstairs.

Groping in the darkness of the room
I listen to her, smell the autumn air
As she breaks in sobs and unknown delight

Clinging to her papa and her midnight dreams.

One foot already in the sand of sleep,
One at the edge of waiting,
I sit downstairs, feeling the wind and water
Of an unread poem by my muse,
Echoing my name in midnight chill.


Nestled in a heaven of unspoken words and journeys
I sit here in my room, alone with midnight
With the rising wind sighing outside window panes.

I sit here, while dawn breaks out,
My sleeping world rushes downstairs
Together we breathe the pure morning air.

Till then, I bid adieu to the midnight clock
Ticking on the wall--'tick tack-toe',
I lay down on the brink of another life
Smelling its wind and water in distant dreams.

I bid adieu till I rise like a phoenix again.
I'm all burnt out in the midnight chill,
Till I rise again in smoke and fire
Of the sunshine of another day.

© 2010 Ru Banerjee


Author's Note

Ru Banerjee
Just a passing thought, mostly in fragments of a jumbled up, narcotic mind which stays awake like a nocturnal bird almost every midnight--today, hopefully, something concrete and contextual came up in the form of a few lines before this narcotic mind bids adieu to midnight and dozes off to sleep for the day. For the records, it is the end of September, fall 2010.

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I really enjoyed this poem. It was really something that everyone can relate to. That time of night, when you are really tired and it is time to hit the sack. You go to sleep to find yourself rejuvenized, ready for another day. Awesome poem. I appreciate you sharing it. I will be reading more of your writings.

Posted 9 Years Ago


oh this was so lovely and brings back memories...beautifully done..oh and thank you for your review...

Posted 12 Years Ago


This has a really ambiguous feel to it. Can't tell if its happy or sad. But I like it like that. Midnight is the time of two worlds, two feelings.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is very detailed and has an abstract feel to it. I really enjoyed reading this piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


a small thought well expressed..... well-detailed and descriptive...... nice choice of words..... nice write....

Posted 13 Years Ago


Countless ones Bradley, isn't it, while we have read each others' works here at the Cafe? For me, Writers Cafe has already been re-christened 'Midnight Cafe', quite some time back:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


how many midnights have we all shared?

Posted 13 Years Ago


I can't sleep like regular folks. I work a night shift. Always keep me off balance. I understand this poem. When I sleep for 12 hours. A very good poem. When a woman is with baby. Body can make her crazy. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


you turned your chaos into creativity quite smoothly here

Posted 13 Years Ago


loving descriptive nuances detailed in every beautiful frame of a night in the life of . . . . =)~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 30, 2010
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Ru Banerjee
Ru Banerjee

Omaha, NE



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