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Walking in the Dark

Walking in the dark, when the night gets cool
that’s the time when I’m talking to the moon

Under the ocean of stars
liquid music of dew forms in my heart

The creatures of the night come out to play
It’s the humans who are troublesome
The rest always stay out of their way
The Nocturnal flashlight of cars are such a dismay

Yet, I return to my thoughts
Taking in the refreshing aroma of the Mogra flower
and listening to the flap of a bat’s wing

There is no rush in this hush
My thoughts pop like never ending beaded bubbles in a fizzy drink

My outer world drapes itself in black silk
There are no distractions, the light has dimmed around me
I can focus on the unsung song on the tip of my tongue

It’s the time when I look at the moon and it reflects me
The moonlight casts its spell and something flickers within me

Walking in the dark, I don’t lose myself
Instead, I find me

Poem by Harshi

Enchanting featured click by Tony Detroit 

Thoughts – Many readers have asked me why do I only glorify “Light” and say nothing affirmative about darkness? Here’s a poem which does just that. What are your thoughts? How would you like to describe it?


26 thoughts on “Walking in the Dark

  1. Absolutely fantastic, brilliant composition, dear Harshi. Loved it soooo much. Every poem of yours is so fascinating and surpassing each other in beauty and quality. Way to go, dear. You are amazing! Keep writing.

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    1. “It is in the silence of the night that some paths are found”

      What a line! ๐Ÿ‘Œ

      Thank you sir for your endearing words and blessings! ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน


  2. Harshi,

    I loved your poem and its title Walking in the Dark reminded me of something when I was a young man. I was born nd raised a city boy and when I took my first job as a junior chef after college, I decided to take a job in the countryside.

    Not owning a car back then, I would sometimes have walk back to the hotel where I worked after a night out.
    Several sections of the road went through a forest which was pitch black at night. And being a city dweller, at first I felt very uneasy of walking in total darkness, thinking all the bad things that might happen as I walked. To be attacked, to trip and sprain my ankle because it was so dark and moonless it was hard to see more than a couple of steps in-front of me.

    But after a couple of late night moonless walks, I decided to challenge my fears with rational thoughts and truth. Walking in the countryside was probably safer than most large cities late at night. So I just accepted the darkness and embraced it. The cool breeze and the clean country air stilled my irrational thoughts, and thereafter I felt at peace in the quiet and blackness of the night.
    Best Wishes

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  3. Thank you Kevin for taking out time and sharing your experience. You have described it so vividly and beautifully!

    I’m so glad that the poem resonated with you and took you down a memory lane. ๐Ÿ™‚


  4. Love this poem Harshi.. how you developed it, walking along your moonlight path..I felt I was there too… This line is a favorite: There is no rush in this hush
    My thoughts pop like never ending beaded bubbles in a fizzy drink
    “No rush in the hush….” could become a household saying:) and how you describe your popping thought…perfect!
    The end was perfection too…yes those moments of “no rush in the hush” is where we can find ourselves..our true selves:)

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    1. My dear dear Karima, I love how you’re able to feel a poem. It sounds like muslin in your hands. You’ve expressed the thought behind the poem so very beautifully!

      I deeply appreciate your words my friend ๐Ÿ™‚

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