The silence of the night
piercing my ears
The clock ticking past midnight
Its ticking ringing in my ears.
The palm trees swaying in the wind
cast dancing shadows on my window pane,
The crickets' relentless chirping
Persistent, and mundane.
The moon playing peek-a-boo amidst clouds,
In the dimly lit sky bereft of stars,
A barking mongrel every now and then
And the occasional hooting of passing cars.
Suddenly, and yet not sudden
The dawn breaks, birds chirp to usher a new day
Trucks and cars and buses plying the streets
Completely engulfing the silence of the previous night away.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
The silence of the night
piercing my ears
The clock ticking past midnight
Its ticking ringing in my ears.
The palm trees swaying in the wind
cast dancing shadows on my window pane,
The crickets' relentless chirping
Persistent, and mundane.
The moon playing peek-a-boo amidst clouds,
In the dimly lit sky bereft of stars,
A barking mongrel every now and then
And the occasional hooting of passing cars.
Suddenly, and yet not sudden
The dawn breaks, birds chirp to usher a new day
Trucks and cars and buses plying the streets
Completely engulfing the silence of the previous night away.
