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/)
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 :)
This kind of poetry gently provokes you.
“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.
Abstract poem painted smoothly like a picture. Great use of imagery, Avnika. I could see everything before me as I read it.