“THE ARRIVAL”- Nayana Nair

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In the dismal hours

Of the darkest nights

Time has a habit

Of toying with my mind.

Sometimes, into untraceable

Cracks of thoughts, it disappears.

The hands of clock drag themselves

Through air of confusion and fear.

Through the fate

Of abysmal wait.

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To get rid of this rosy fog

Time has put around me,

In which I stumble,

Fall and bleed.

I toss away everything

That’s left of me.

And soon the chaos inside me

Surrounds me, suffocates me.

I no longer wish to struggle.

I resign, I surrender myself

To the havoc, that is me.

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When all I have won

Is about to be lost,

Clock finally reads twelve.

Tomorrow has arrived.

And it kneels by my bed,

Looks into my eyes,

Holds my hand,

And tells me

“There is hope”.

11 Comments

  1. That was really good.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot :-)…i adore your writing so much…so thats a big deal for me, hearing that from you …i am sooo glad you liked …thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. My pleasure, and I always do. ๐Ÿ˜„

  2. I love this poem.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ glad you liked the poem. That means a lot ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. johncoyote says:

    Strong, powerful and hopeful words. A amazing poem.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ Glad you liked it.

      1. johncoyote says:

        I did and you are welcome.

  4. johncoyote says:

    Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

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