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Wednesday, 8 July 2015

Frozen Night

( Image Source: environment.arizona.edu)

The pitch dark, frozen night
Looks tranquil on the surface
Howling underneath;
Beautiful with countless stars
Or arduous with innumerable tears?

The charcoal black, frozen night
She sits on the bed, crying
Music playing in the dim-lit room;
Ghosts of her past
Putting up a romantic show.

The long, desolate, frozen night
Nostalgia like broken glass
Slits her heart and soul;
Her tears forsake her like a betrayer
She is left numb with night, her only companion.

This poem is written for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Night

71 comments:

  1. looks can be deceptive and so can emotions. You capture that well in this, wonderful work.

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    1. Exactly, Mandy. Many things look beautiful from faraway, just like the lives of people we idolize.

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  2. Delightful and wonderful read, well done!

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  3. The inner conscience of night that is troubling brought out beautifully

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  4. waw... beautiful poem.... liked it so much...
    I have nominated you for twin awards... check here... https://ashishvision.wordpress.com/2015/07/08/dragons-royalty-premio-dardos-award/ :-)

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    1. Thank you so much Ashish for the nomination. I am honored :)

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  5. hi Purba, enjoyed you frozen night

    Have a nice Wednesday; My Night poem is at
    [http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/07/94.html]

    much love...

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    1. Thanks, Gillena. Would be checking out your poem, right away :)

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  6. The long, desolate, frozen night
    Nostalgia like broken glass

    Sometimes the past memories can pierce our hearts like a shard of broken glass.
    Beautifully depicted!

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Yes, Sanaa. Nostalgia is not always pleasant. Sometimes, it can slit the heart silently. Thanks :)

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  7. so much of emotions :) liked poem as well as pic ^_^

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  8. You show another side of night here - the pain of heartache and loneliness.

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    1. Yes, Kerry. A side which cannot escape.

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  9. Ouch! The turbulence under the freeze is where the truth lies at least for the while. It Ll looked so romantic once--from the other side. Careful of sharp objects in the dark!

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    1. I loved the way you interpreted the poem, Susan.

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  10. Strong poem! Night forces us to face and confront our scariest demons, loneliness is sadly one of them.

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    1. I totally agree with you, Gabriella.

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  11. What a beautiful image that is! Your poem is poignant, one feels her suffering, her loneliness. The good thing is: morning will come, a new day, a fresh start, a sunny path!!!! So well written.

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    1. Thank you so much, Sherry Blue Sky. I loved the way you completed the poem by sprinkling words of hope :)

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  12. Night her only companion...i really liked that line

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  13. great imagery and I love how this spilled out. - Mosk

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  14. This poem has the ring of sadness to it. Night as an only companion gives me a very lonely feeling. A nice write to prompt.

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  15. This piece just continues to grow as I read it--beautifully penned!

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  16. When I read this out loud to myself I found how clipped, hard and painful the words and phrases were, as though sorrow was shuddering her body. Very well written.

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    1. I am glad that you could feel her agony through my words. Thank you :)

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  17. You beautifully used the prompt. So many emotions in Night.... Lovely poem with poignant melody, Purba. :)

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  18. Poignant piece of a soul tangled up in her past...a past that is both happy and sad. The separation and longing in your writing is very perceptible Purba :)

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    1. Wow Bushra. I loved the way you interpreted the poem. Thanks for such lovely words :)

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  19. the night as her only companion is deeply sad...i like the image of nostalgia as broken glass slitting her heart and soul...a beautiful poem Purba :)

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  20. What a heartfelt poem Purba... You've amalgamated the true essence of that solemn night so poignantly... :')
    Each of your lines is soul-stirring...

    PS: i loved "Nostalgia like broken glass
    Slits her heart and soul;" quite penetrating! Hats off!

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    1. Thank you so much dear for such wonderful words. So glad you loved it :)

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  21. and how i love your poems Purba... beautiful beautiful beautiful :)

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  22. Your poem beautifully brings out the cries of a desolate heart beneath the glittering stars. Loved this composition. :-)

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  23. Yes, you've captured the danger of nostalgia here,often seen as harmless pondering, it often does rip through us like "broken glass" with a longing that damages us. Great lines.

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    1. Yes, Claire. If we allow nostalgia to persist for a long time, then it can really damage us. Thanks a lot :)

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  24. Extremely beautifully written, Purba:)

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  25. Lovely picture, and how elegantly yet effectively you've portrayed the beauty and grief of a dark frozen night. Enjoyed reading your poem. :)

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    1. Thank you so much dear. Really happy that you enjoyed reading it :)

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  26. It is a dilemma - to see the beauty outside whilst feeling so lost within...night is a good companion though..a place of quiet and healing

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    1. So true. Perhaps, we should divert ourselves to see the outer beauty when we feel so lost.

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  27. Sigh! She looks battered and beaten, Purba. The is really intense..Such an absolutely amazing poem. Kudos girl.

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  28. Ghosts of her past - excellent line and this really makes it come alive.

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  29. I think that at the end you can come through, once you get acquainted with the night.

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    1. True. We get adapted to everything after some time.

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  30. The quintessence of night...the realization that comes at the end and when we are left with only the night, itself! Amazingly beautiful, Purba.... :-)

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    1. Thank you so much dear for your lovely words :)

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  31. Emotional one.
    Well expressed, Purba :)

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  32. Was the inspiration the picture, or the other way? I am amazed with the perfect combination of poem and pic.

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    1. I wrote the poem first and then searched for a suitable picture to go with it. Glad you liked it, Alok :)

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  33. Oh so sad, kept awake by memories and the pain they bring.

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  34. How the night whips up our emotions! Well penned.
    Anna :o]

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  35. A very evocative and melancholy piece, suiting your theme of love lost... Wonderful poem!

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