The worried mind
sees devils in the dark
while dogs bark.
Category: dark
Rain comes every evening
the stage is set at 3 in the evening
the clouds gather slowly in the evening
they come close and close in the evening
seem to have a confidential chat in the evening
they slowly turn colour in the evening
grey becomes dark and then black in the evening
the moisture rises up in the evening
the clouds cool and fall as droplets in the evening
start as a drizzle and pick up to a storm in the evening
the rains lash and pour in torrents in the evening
they fall very heavy till 5 in the evening
the sky clears and the clouds move in the evening
the light turns off and night enters diffusing the evening
with that the sky is dark and there is no more evening.
Soft she was in her talk
smile she did at any task
a tenderness not shown to all
she could also hurt in a call.
Soft she was with her children always
never did she restrict their ways
wayward they went as times passed
uncontrollable they became very fast.
Just like that she made spiteful remarks
easily she passed such in a flowing embark
never once felt she had hurt so many others
that was her character in short rather.
Her children brought her ignominy
she kept aside all those as a testimony
the failure in not chastising her kids
got compensated in all her other bids.
That way she lived and passed
never thought she has trespassed
her darker side was veiled
bright side of her face failed.
Not that I want to say anything ill of her
the stab she unwittingly inflicted on others
leaves a dismay and disappointment in a tell
a stigma she has left behind her in a shell.
Never can we say
dark is a glow.
Never can we prove
dark is a flow.
Never can we assure
dark is cheer.
Be it here or anywhere
dark permeates with a horror
persuades a terror
preserves a fervour
that be one of a shiver
and also be one of a quiver
Dark is a feature not to fear
a colour not so dear
dark when seen near
throws one out of gear
that be the review of dark
when the dogs bark
could not hear the lark
mind you it also rocks
as the night life rambles
many indulge in gambles
it might be a preamble
it might also look a stumble
Well, for every coin they say
there are two sides in a way
dark holds a bewilder
it also creates a divider
from the known to the unknown
as against wisdom and ignorance
Meenas Poems 