My morning

The night is deep and dark,

I shiver alone,

Cold and afraid,

Afraid I am

Of the monsters

In and outside me;

 

Then, I return home to you,

And it’s morning,

Blissful, beautiful, morning

In the middle of the night,

It is now the monsters

Whose turn it is

To be afraid….

PS: Once again, inspired by a line in ‘The Kite Runner’ – “You are still the morning sun to my yelda,” I whispered. For those who have not read the book, ‘Yelda’ is the first night of winter, and the longest night of the year. Poets have glorified yelda as a long, starless night where lovers endured the seemingly never-ending darkness and waited for their loved one to come in the morning.

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8 Comments

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8 responses to “My morning

  1. nice..

    nice one !

    thanks, veens! 🙂

  2. Arv

    Awww.. quite romantic 🙂

    Have a nice weekend… take care…

    thanks. glad you liked it. wishing you a nice weekend too! 🙂

  3. how much ever we grow up..we are afraid of the monsters in and around us, aren’t we..
    liked that line

    yep, very true. and there are some special people who make those monsters vanish, as if they never were, irrespective of their or our age. that’s the bestest part of life. 🙂

  4. Good one :)Nice imagery.
    Sathej

    thanks, sathej. glad you liked it. 🙂

  5. That’s a nice poem Priya… 🙂

    thanks, joel.. 🙂

  6. hey.. tht was very well written!
    keep posting!

    matangi, welcome here! thanks… sure, i will keep posting. 🙂

  7. Kavitha

    Very nice, Priya!

    thanks, kavitha! glad u liked it! 🙂

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