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»The Nagging Dusk«

by Ashok Kumar Madhunlall, November 16, 2009

The tired sun barely whispers "Goodbye" to the distant hills,
Than they turn from green to orange and then to silhouettes.
That insidious nagging thought my mind cajoles and flirts,
And like the water from my shaking hand all the days hope spills.
A vicious cycle – the knowledge of the inevitable my Being fills,
The inability to control – My Mind! – "Dear God, this hurts".
"Why, why does hope and despair intermingle and come in spurts?"
Whatever hope the days has built, my doubts and the silent Night kills.

The moon in all her unashamed nakedness my thoughts do seduce,
Hypnotized and enthralled, I forget my fears and take in her beauty,
My mind gives in to her body and I bask in her abandoned lust.
The rain clouds the sight, light and my wonders despoil and reduce,
I angrily ask: "Dear God, why must night my hopes dash – futility?"
He silently answers: "Another night in him I must again trust"

Written: November 2009
Tags: Death Emotions Fear Future Hope Life Personal Philosophical Sad

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Reader comments

"Powerful Ashok!
Why, why does hope and despair intermingle and come in spurts?
Whatever hope the days has built, my doubts and the silent Night kills. That so aptly encapsulates the despair inside and the conflicting emotion of hope. The 'silent Night' very effectively shows the very personal nature of the darkness and despair.
Then I really like the 'silent answer' because silence is the language, God speaks to us when we become silent enough to listen and hear Him speak. Thank you."
Venessa, Apr 7, 2011
"Very deep, frightening, you at the edge here, have to regroup to get out."
Ravi Moopen, Nov 20, 2010
"Awesome work"
Sifiso, Jul 8, 2010
"Really good."
Zitho, Feb 12, 2010
"This poem really does nag your peace and tranquility."
Julian, Jan 4, 2010
"When we are granted this moment why do we destroy it with negativity?"
Dube, Dec 23, 2009
"A good poem with a brilliant rhymme scheme, showing yet again the Night as a symbol of evil and terror and the Morning as a symbol of
enewed hope."
Mervin, Dec 18, 2009
"Venny captures it well. Yes, an intense poem with lots of nervous energy."
Don, Dec 2, 2009
"We sometimes dread certain times and moments granted to us, which is awaste of a precious gift. Enjoy the moment."
Adelaide, Nov 29, 2009
"Very intense, vividly expresses inner turmoil, but surrenders unto God."
Venny, Nov 26, 2009
"A good poem and sonnet where positive thoughts triumph over negative ones."
Vincent, Nov 21, 2009
"Yes, doubt can lead to an unfulfilled life. We must have faith"
Jeff, Nov 19, 2009
"the use of classic poetic language, transforms this simple idea in to a great sonnent"
Tasveer, Nov 18, 2009
"good stuff"
vuyi, Nov 18, 2009
"God loves us all."
peter, Nov 17, 2009
"Awesome uncle AK!!!"
Avi, Nov 17, 2009
"a struggle between the mind and the body."
roshan, Nov 17, 2009
"Top ou! very very good.
keep it up"
TP, Nov 17, 2009
"A poem filled with fear and uncertainty but yet still holds on to hope."
Logas, Nov 16, 2009
"One day – or night at a time."
Tess, Nov 16, 2009
"A wonderful poem that teaches us to belive in Almighty as He controls all."
Rhoda Moolla, Nov 16, 2009

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