Nightscape
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As I rush northwards vertically
I look up at the night sky
to see the half-moon
travelling with me.
Outside
there is a shadow world
passing by.
Hillocks plains streams lanes
palms shrubs trees woods
half alive in the dim silver
sometimes above
sometimes below
and sometimes
running with me.
A mountain looms
in the distance
comes close
turns and recedes
with a star twinkling all the while
on its brow.
Later I see the lone star
caught in a pool below.
Fear of the dark,
of the unknown
have made you
worship her as Kali.
You have lit lamps
to propitiate her
yet
as these go out one by one
you curl up
knowing your vulnerability.
The shadows within
and without
merge into
one another
seamlessly.
Vineetha Mekkoth
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A captivating poetic detour into the mysterious.
Thank you, Louis sir
beautiful visual imagery. Lovely poem.. <3
Panjami, thanks 🙂