For Once It Wasn't.

For Once It Wasn't.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani
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"Tis a good night.

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Listen clearly, look clearly into the dark oblivion,
Rift through the wordless conversations, shift through the featureless faces,
Dig deeper, look beyond the fog setting in, do what you must.

Set your shovel down, it's weighing you down, taking your spirits with it,
Did you actually see the stars or did you imagine it? Twinkling oh so bright!
Pull your coat closer, breathe out, you can see your breath, it's a magical time to be alive.

Walking on the soft grass, humming along the soft tunes of the birds,
You feel a sensation sweep over you that you've seldom felt, the longing for peace finally achieved,
The longing you have felt for oh so long, has finally settled, finally opening up your mind to other opportunities.

You hear some rustling from a little distance, thinking someone caught you sneaking out, you turn around,
Looking up to the intruder; slightly irritated you scowl but when you see the face, it's blank,
A blank face staring back at you, yet providing a sense of security, you ponder on who it could be.

Whilst pondering, you suddenly open your eyes and see the shift happen,
It is still night time, stars are twinkling oh so bright, but you pull your blanket around yourself tighter, grasping on to the warmth it provides,
You blow out a breath, feeling content for once, for it wasn't a nightmare after so many disturbed sleeps, you close your eyes again, going off to your land.


-Simran Kewlani.
20th August, 2017

© 2017 Simran Kewlani



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.. Pull your coat closer, breathe out, you can see your breath, it's a magical time to be alive.. '

No criticism here... you have done what i love to do.. used the dark to feel every sense, every iota of SELF natural. The noise and messiness of daytime can so easily distract a person's natural instincts.. meanings.. emotions. Real noise drowns the trickle of streams, the rush of tide on shore... the dirt of vivid neon colour and glitz to make the cheap seem more worthy blinds us to seeing white daisies and buds about to bloom.. and more.. and more... (Sorry this is a review for YOUR words.. not mine.)

Sometimes, the night seems ready to frighten, to display what the mind dictates.. Tis best to shake head a little.. relax... blow out a breath.. and see what your heart tells... ... The heart is the best guide of all... perhaps.

Wonderful post, cohesive thoughts that nonetheless wander night colours... cleverly.

Posted 1 Month Ago


kind of a mystical journey you are taking us on ..or so it seems to me .. i appreciate your title and closing lines like book ends .. it brings my focus back into some perspective .. the gratitude your protagonist has for not having a nightmare disrupt sleep ..which can be a very big deal, in my opinion ... i am not sure about your use of the word "rift" in the context of the line ?? i had no trouble getting into the scene of the night, the stars and smells and sounds etc. as i was out with my dogs very early this morning .. it was still dark .. and as the dogs went about their business i had time (as i do every morning during this ritual) to enjoy the moment of the sky, forest and orchestration taking place ... having an empty head is kind of normal for me these days .. so it fills up easily with what is around me ;} i hope your sleep is bliss filled and refreshing always Simran :)
E.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Simran Kewlani

1 Month Ago

The use of 'rift' in the reference above is intended to point out the broken or discontinuous conver.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Month Ago

ahh yes ..perhaps a comma after Rift ? to isolate it ... :) ..

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