Silent Nights

A Poem by Abhilash Hegde

I often stood by the window sill

and awaited till the moon

mirrored her lynching eyes.

The road down the street

always wore the colour of black pearl

that she dearly wished for.

The cold breeze from far north

often smelled of her cushy suave skin

that bosomed my crave

for her beguiling charms.

The hush night always hummed to me

in a dulcet voice,

resounding the words

that she lent meaning to.

The raindrops often smothered

my pale cheeks

and coursed down my lips

rinsing her tantalizing presence

until I surrendered all of me.

The pages of the diary

that lay unopened

are the only stack of ageing papers

that 'll stay alive

to recite the tale of silent nights

in a deluge of

broken words and incomplete sentences.

23rd Sep 2008, by Abhilash Hegde

© 2016 Abhilash Hegde

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register

Featured Review

Marianne Rose

I love your mingling of your being bewitched by love with the natural surroundings- the moon, the road, the breeze, night and raindrops- these images are where your heart lives. Then there's the diary, not reflective of any surrounding images, closed, containing fragments of your experience. The contrast is wonderful. I particularly liked the phrasing of the first two stanzas "moon mirrors her lyching eyes"- this is so vivid I can see her eyes- and "the road. . . Always wore the color of black pearl"- another beautiful and alluring description. Beautiful poem, haunting and descriptive.