Author Archives: Ameya .

Black Night

a poem by

Mid this commemoration,
Of annihilation
Of inclinations
And pursuits,
My soul revels
In these fervent goodbyes.
The stiff and the spiritless,
Scream my name.
They exult and glorify
This celebration.
Agony,
Candid in it’s certainty,
Leaves always,
To re-appear
And these sorrows,
Admit themselves,
Never to leave.

Dark Night

a poem by

This servitude eternal,
Bound by duty and faith,
I find hope fading,
Devoured by these,
Ordeals.
These trials,
Harbingers of all
That is ordained,
Also conduct terrible fate.
Dread comes,
For this bounding main
Of darkness,
Lies absolute.
Imploring for diligence,
We are engulfed.