CYCLES OF THE NIGHT

The night has decided to be loud tonight

and has employed ten thousand battalions of crickets

to sing unmelodious national anthems.

One loud shrill pierces thru’ the night’s thick coats

and we know an unfortunate soul’s breath

has been snuffed out

by some hardened night crawlers.

One last muster of strength, one last minute silent prayer

one last peep at the dark cold world

and one more ghost has slipped

out of its erstwhile living shells

       still the night roves on

enveloping the world with even thicker furs.

   One lil’ child pulls a blanket over his darting eyes

as his mum closes off his lonely dark room

to the rest of the cold dark world.

Now the lil’ child peeps into the deep

at those dancing shadows

and wondes if ‘they’ have come,

till that subconscious boat takes him to the morning.

   Some darkened creatures that have been set apart

for a set time,

pick up their laws-defying transporters.

A couple of incantations spill out like black oil

and ‘these ones’ begin to move like the cries of the night

from unsearchable crevices to incredible dark holes

                            they converge

for veiled evil talks on evil things they’ll do tomorrow.

Woe to him who crosses their path

and holdeth not some strong shield

for to ‘these ones’, “night is might”

                            So they strike!

and another ‘superstitious’ story has been formed.

Yet the night doesn’t mind

For it knows of course, that it isn’t without cause

It takes solace in the sight

of some blue chip executive

tucking his over-indulged pot-belly into bed

to rest his worn out self.

The night takes solace

in seeing some tired school children

slumping tiredly into their beds to rest

after tiring home assignments

 As the plants replenish their barns of energy.

On these ones, the night bestows its cloak of serenity

and soothes them with agreeable weathers,

till they are refreshed for the day.

   Now, night and light tug at timelines

till the early lights of the day come out to play

and night knows its time has come

so it bows out solemnly

knowing for certain it’ll be back again.

   Yea, very soon, again.