MISCELLANEA

THEY COME AT NIGHT

THEY COME AT NIGHT

[A nightly saga of torment]



They come at night to torment me.
In the morning they part away.
They do chill me up to the bones.
There’s no way to keep them at bay.

I can’t catch them or stop them ‘cause
They are way beyond my control.
Though merely shadows of past, they
Rule in present my heart and soul.

Who are they? Are they alien, or,
They are but of myself a part?
They hold me in their captive snare;
They have truly ripped up my heart.

They are my thoughts, my memories,
That haunt me daily in my dream.
They are but shadows of my past.
That wake me, make me cry and scream.


• Written in abcb, 8-8-8-8 format

* M C Gupta

Created: 17 June 2005