Tag Archives: Shadows

Scary night

a poem by Chandramouli Eswar

Reddish eyes, moist palms, weary mind, gloomy night, not a single sight of life, everything is a sign of fearsome night
Howling Wolves’ scary sounds filling night full of fright, breakdown in a forest route, makes it muchmore fearsome plight

Blood-red moon shining bright, spilling light over trees through the darkest clouds of sky making shadows of fear everywhere on rocks
Deserted forest path in the midnight is calm and silent every side, every passing second is getting scary with the sounds of ticking clock

Raising heartbeat, profusely sweating body and those memories of childhood scary stories of grandma makes the night much more hard
Trying hard to fill courage to step out of the car to check the breakdown, finding not a nerve of dare to step from the car outward

Someone moving in the far-off sight, so white and bright appearing and disappearing into the darkness making it such a tensed night
Closing eyes and feel of pain over chest, as if someone is sitting over it, with the thought of ghost in eyes breath is going so difficult

Pain has reached pinnacles taking life out of the heart, slowly turned into death, such a painful wrath of darker forest night
Unaware of the reflections of the moon falling over the reflecting stones in the far-off sight, lost a life out of fear for the ghost

A bad dream

a poem by Surbhi Chauhan

In the room fraught with darkness
Some white shadows appeared
Glared at me with smirkle smile
Buzzing noises filled my ears
With throbbed heart I laid in despair
Buried my face in the blanket
But who could stop those shadows to invade
With silent scream my body shook in fear
As I woke up everything disappeared

Beyond The Shadows

a poem by Anamika .

Days come and go all the same,
Their futility rivaled only by the emptiness
Of the nights that soon entail
Bringing along shadows,
Both companions and witness
To the ordeal we face
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Is wherein fears reign
Monarch to minds- yours and mine
And wasn’t fear always an aphrodisiac to pain?
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Lies the Garden of Death, resplendent
Where you’ve never been.
One wonders now, if the shadows are keepers
Of myriad mysteries, the kind we’ve never seen.