Lonely Nights

By Kumar Harsh

I fear lonely nights,

The grey moon that sometimes mocks me,

He has his Earth,

The land to his eclipses,

The haunting wind that disturbs the peace of sleeping villages,

Crawls under my skin,

It seems as if it is an object of habit,

The rigid discipline it pertains itself to,

Up and down below my chest,

It dances even on nights when the moon hides away,

And on days perturbed by jetstreams cold,

I walk through graveyard of my kind self,

The one trampled upon by anyone who made an appearance,

My pigmented, rustic slate,

Once pristine, welcoming to all,

I fear lonely lights,

And the days that come after it,

For night passes with a gleaming monotony,

An affair of eclectic proportions,

And births the day my heart is no stranger to,

The screeching, growl I am used to,

A humming in my ears,

An ecstasy of similar kind,

The one weightlessness might bring,

You know you won’t fall,

But want to,

I fear lonely nights,

The only constant.....

By Kumar Harsh