A Letter To the Night

Night,

Do dreams fabricate only in your bosom or are they too timid to step out in the glare of the day?
I see them untangling themselves from the unfathomable labyrinths, enticing man to chase them.
Oh, how lucrative they are, with a diamond-like sparkle! Suddenly my heart thuds with desire: to clasp them, hold them and declare them mine. I throw my arms at you, dear night, but alas you are a renegade. My fingers hold nothing but oblivion in your treacherous darkness, so abysmally profound. Is that how you came to be the metaphor for gloom? They say you are vain. That the moon in the nocturnal firmament is the pride of your life. I find your beauty to be atypical and of a melancholic kind. The stars you have speckled on infinity’s breast are credited to be the author of fate. So when they twinkle in your heart, I wonder if the falling one grants wishes or is it merely a farce? They say you drink in hope and leave earth in despair. Still, though I hear it all and see it too, I couldn’t help falling in love with you. No, you are no gallant lover. You are brutal and crude. They look for beauty in the light, I fell for the aggressive and authentic type. They wait for dawn, I yearn for dusk. For wrapped in you, and your silver light, my wings grow and my pen writes – that which the heart whispers and only the mind can see – in the depth of the night I fly to the world of fantasy. You are not my charming Prince. You are eerie and formidable all right. As I look into your eyes, my body shivers, and my heart accelerates. There’s a weird exhilaration about that feeling and I covet it over and over again. Truth is a black pearl just like you. Dark and bitter but beautiful too. In you I find truth, in your blinking pearls, hope and in the constellations that adorn your attire I hide my destiny. I hope to be your friend and that of your moon. Her streaks can heal all of my wounds. Her caress will make me glow in her light and inspire my resilience to keep up the fight.

With sparkles and hope,


Debanshi

Published by Debanshi Chatterjee

It's just a young girl sharing some stories. šŸ’«Each feeling is special. Be it sweet or sad. They make you feel a certain way that is beautiful in its own merit. Poetry is my way of recording my feelings. Check out my blog! And click on the '' hey there'' button on the top right to know morešŸ’œ

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