Nights always fascinated me. Their associations with darkness, their impact on people’s character, moods etc interests me a lot. I even sometimes think “What is Night?” is more of a philosophical question. I was thinking about this while driving back yesterday and some images about night came to my mind. I kind of made it into a poem. As always, no meter, no real structure.

The Night
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The absence of day
grew like a pani-puri induced cold
the sweetness meandering away
in the vastness of pain

The sum of all snores
forced two recently released souls
stop painting
murals with emptiness

The discipline of silence
inspired a sleepless dog
to wet every pole
with a bit of saltness from the soul

The stillness of all emotions
made an angry actor
stop imitating
a better version of himself

The laziness of time
made the future angry
while the present counted
it’s petals stolen by the past

The inertia of sleep
cajoled the night
to stop crying
at the certitude of its death

-Ravi