Through the dark woods

Avnika Chhikara

Crept in the moonlight

I feared something

I look up to the sky

hopefully it will tell me

 

it is all a play of nature

because I can't say anything

I think I am stuck in these woods

its all quiet, its all dark

 

the trail is so treacherous

my feet don't leave a mark

the silent evening grew into

the ferocious night

for earnest mouths

did howl, did scream and did hurt

 

well, its all a play of life

we are experiments

who choose to succeed

or fall to fail

 

I hope this ray of sunlight could blind me

but now I feel no escape

I wander, wander, wander

and find my home in these dark woods.

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Image courtesy- Kathryn Beals (https://howipaint.com/2014/10/23/winter-night-sky-painting-wander/)


4 comments

  • The true nature of poetry is to leave enough gaps for readers to fill in their own experiences alongside the poet’s expression. I found this poem very telling :)

    Pallavi
  • This kind of poetry gently provokes you.

    Aishwarya Jain
  • “well, its all a play of life
    we are experiments
    who choose to succeed
    or fall to fail”

    @Avnika Very powerful lines. I related to your poem the most in the entire collection. Would love to read more of your works.

    Arushi Bhat
  • Abstract poem painted smoothly like a picture. Great use of imagery, Avnika. I could see everything before me as I read it.

    Keshav

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