Tender Is The Night

Tender Is The Night

A Poem by Siddhartha

Tender is the night
Unlit highways, luminous flares
Crescent - shaped moon
With its proud scars
Somewhere oblivious the cuckoo sings
A cathartic song of love and fear
Strangers all, in torrid despair
Rebels, with bloodshot eyes and unkempt hair
Fighting in the tyrant's lair
Rebels without a care

Tender is the night
But mutiny is in the air
Oppressors and big brothers
Are still holding on
The country is in disrepair
Tyrants instill fear and despair
But the utopia in their eyes
Is impossible to ignore
Dreams still waft in the air
Rebels without a care

Tender is the night
The stars seem a stopover
To heaven or hell
We needed a country
That was just
Free and fair
But...
The tower of Babel stands there
A riot, a wild confusion
People attacking people
Ghostly remnants with ghostly stares
Brother kills brother
In reckless abandon and disregard
And the moon and the stars
Seem to mock
The dead rebels without a care

© 2011 Siddhartha


Author's Note

Siddhartha
The title is inspired by a novel of the same name by F. Scott Fitzgerald...

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Savagery in the face of something much bigger and more permanent than man kind. Wow, loved the idea and line of thought here. Everybody recognizes the sickness, but we seem to be powerless in its wake, the same mistakes repeated in an endless cycle, only handfuls of people able to transcend it, far outweighed by those being born who have to come through it. Crazy stuff...good writing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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most eloquent..a comentary on the unrest in Indias peoples?

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very nice piece. Quality is top-notch. Yes, it rhymes, but the word selections never feel forced or shoehorned. My favorite were these two standout lines:

Rebels, with bloodshot eyes and unkempt hair
Fighting in the tyrant's lair

Very nice. Thanks for posting. Hope all is well.

Regards,

E

Posted 13 Years Ago


you capture the rage that hides in the silence of distance , the pain of oppression permeates through your words

Posted 13 Years Ago


Your words evoke that softness of night... and yet you weave in the darkness... the war of brother against brother.. the pain provoked by hatred and anger.. Powerfully conveyed and brilliantly breathed. (A song was made from the book as well.. maybe late 80s?)

Posted 13 Years Ago


dunno about the novel but this is great.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Siddhartha
Siddhartha

Hyderabad, South Asia, India



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