On certain nights

Certain nights are different.

Secrets are revealed in #whispers

through the hidden wavelengths.

In every fold of the darkness

are some eager secrets hidden;

those unknown ambiguities,

which cover the sprouting desires

like a shroud without bothering

too much about their pains

or the consequences of denial.

In the crowd of the mourners

it is difficult to spot the real friend,

everybody wears the mask of sadness

and the corpse, bereft of life, lies still.

Purveyors of some occult practice

stand silently with their stony faces

upturned towards the dark skies

on such moonless night , calling out

to the darkness all around them,

soaking them within the senses

to prepare for the tortuous days ahead,

when the rays of light will blind them.

They realise very well that the sanctuary

of the darkness , after all is not eternal.




#poetry, #Just Arunangshu, #Oncertainnights