Scary Nights by Hardik Manik

This poem is the result of the voices of the sleepless writer who struggle himself to attain a beauty sleep.

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It was full moon night,
I was not having any fright.
Then my eyes go towards a sight,
Which was unusually bright.

I took courage to walk,
Sense like my legs are locked.
Something started climbing through my socks,
Lost it when heared shrieks of foxes.

Chanting mantras of Lord Rama,
It keeps away from karma.
Noises started amplifying from behind the rocks,
It was something out of the box.

The moment i turned around,
My face got a wound.
I was half blind,
Put pressure on my mind.

And I was saved,
Now I awake.
Mum slapped me as I was getting late,
This nightmare really increased my heart-rate.

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What Do You See #86 – June 14, 2021

Alternate rhyme Quadrille

Tired
Walking in dark lanes,
Now, it’s time to fired
the darkness of reigns.

Spreading his rage,
Like a  water hyacinth.
Blooming in a closed cage,
Yet, spread reigns under the plinth.

Spreading prodigiously,
Over the shadow of light
Turning race into viciously
in plight.

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Man taking leap, man in running shoes, dark empty road
Image credit; Warren Wong @ Unsplash

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a stretch of empty road. There is a man in running shoes taking a leaping jump over the yellow dividing line on the road.

Poetry form : Quadrille with alternate rhyme. ABAB rhyme scheme. Quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title).

P.S: Hope is yet to come and will find it’s path by God’s grace.

This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See prompt #86. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption.

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“Sleep Got Victory Over Demon.”

Every night,
I fight my demon,
so as to sleep peacefully.
Yet, I change positions,
Every time, I close my eyes,
There’s some bustling, inside me.

He hijacks my brain.
My own musings aren’t even mine
I force myself to sleep,
And fight the demon every night,
So, he can’t control my mind.

Hundreds of sleepless nights are testimony of my aches, and voiceless screams.
After the sacrifice and hours of efforts,
Finally, sleep got victory over demon.
That is only for a short period.

He reappears after hours,
Waking me from deep slumber,
Amidst the dark of midnight,
This poem witnesses his reappearance, as my thoughts reels,
Twenty past three,
Thirty past three,
Fifty past three.

Every night,
I fight with the demon,
So as to sleep peacefully,
Immune to my ignorance, he still haunts me,
But now is the time to fight back,
Fight for my cause, to seek the depths,
To raze under the blaze,
And live a new life everyday.

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Emotional Scars Never Heal

 

Some un-named,
Hidden, unseen and emotional scars,
That are healed too soon, even before the pain arrives.
Enervates a lot, ’cause that cicatrix are even more toxic than the open and scary ones.

Now, I started naming those abandoned scars.
Giving  them their names, and accepting them
Made my life easier and smoother.
Now, I can breathe easily.
Eventually, Heal myself spiritually.

The perspectives of these scars changed me a lot,
Since, I started naming them.
I realised my identity again,
I found my soul again.
I have now better engine for my life.

Some un-named,
Hidden, unseen and emotional scars,
That are healed too soon, even before the pain arrives.
Enervates a lot, ’cause that cicatrix are  even  more toxic than the open and scary ones.

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