Colourless Night Poem Alok Mishra

Colourless Night

Once again I see the occident
and the wide horizon, ready
to swallow the ruddy ball of light
and melt that with the ocean’s water.

Along the shore, with each step
I am getting a year back
in those memories
once I lived as life.

Those whom I lost
and those who lost me,
I see the sun setting, yet again;
they will also see.

No mermaids I fancy now;
no princess outshines my rustic dreams;
and while I think, the day’s dying already.
The blood stains on the blue sky
fade away as everything becomes colourless
in the nights after the daylight,
every day!


“Some days are best to be lived only in the reminiscence…”