Quiet ,silent moments,
staring at the moon I suppress,
infinite emotions perturbed,
those got buried
within the deep bosom…
for the breeze flowed
and brushed
the feelings that I nurture
that are never realized at par.
When the night gracefully moves
the waves within do suffer a deluge,
how long before final moment to come,
how far I wander
with the bruised soul,
comforting the pain ,
soothing the wounds,
when shall the
air of false hope
finally burst!
Nox is the witness
for the solitude,
reigning the time
when thoughts are in multitude.
The dawn breaks
the darkened image.
A ray of hope again reflects,
for the change
that is unseen,
with many promises
yet to be fulfilled…
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soumyav 
The night is always worst. With daybreak there’s hope. Well written
Yes !Thank you Bjorn
Yes !Thank you Bjorn
Let the promises be fulfilled, that is what I earnestly wish.
🙂 Thank you Sir
Excellent. Inspirational poem.
Death takes place when lessons assigned for that lifetime have been learnt.
A soul is given free-will to exercise this option of staying close to God during earth life time. This divine intervention helps to keep the script short and crisp. When the soul has experienced all the human dimensions and realized its own True Nature, the last chapter of Life Note Book is completed and the Life Note Book is finished
Thank you very much for sharing your precious view and thoughts.
I always have to look at the dictionary.. your vocabulary knowledge is commendable 😀
🙂 Not exactly,I too have to use a dictionary!
Soumyav, you reflect upon the deepest visions of life. ☼
Iam obliged that you find the poems of such worth
Beautiful poem. the night takes us into many reflections 🙂
Am glad you liked this Gys!
A beautiful progression from despair to hope! Great job, yet again 🙂
Thanks a lot Madhu! we always have a hope living even after much despair 🙂
amazing one soumyav. simply amazing!
Thank you dear
Truly beautiful and a joy to read Soumyav! God bless!
Thank you Wendell
Wonderful poem! From darkness to light. It’s always a journey isn’t it?
very true Subashini.Thank u
The “…witness for the solitude…” is a lovely phrase tucked within beautiful prose.
Well done.
Thank you Marylin.