A rendezvous with repentance

The night

Spilled a thousand scars,

Bathed in its moonlight

Of indifferent repentance.

Wept its heart out

In the broken song

Of the fluttering night-crickets.

Poured out its grand sorrow

In the wisdom-sparks of its stars.

Flaunted its agony

In the flamboyance of the ocean.

It had its moment of glory,

A rendezvous with repentance…

When I was fast asleep

In a dreamless sleep.

And now,

As I wake up,

Why do I feel

That the morning light today

Is peeping stealthily,

Like the subtle silence

Of a half-hearted poem

Aware of its beauty,

But Unaware of its own delight.

Aware of its grandeur,

But unaware of its painful roots….