What memories have etched this incision in the night?
The heart will not crumble—without a reason—in the night.
The throbbing in the air is the labour of my breathing,
The chorus of the sighs is a petition in the night.
The splinters of my grief are a burst of starfish,
Scattered on the sand like lesions in the night.
The wind was a friend when the wind was an enemy,
The fellowship was a fatal indecision in the night.
The crown was foisted on a perfidious wooer,
Lend me the assassin of the season in the night.
Malice of the machete meanders under minarets,
The hangmen were once heathens in the night.
Shrapnel whistles through the barbed enemy lines,
Your God is a nuclear perdition in the night.
You will be hanged like a puppet on the scaffold,
Uma your serenade is a treason in the night.
One Grain Amongst the Storm 
This brings up huge feelings inside that want to explode out. I’m sure it is my own experiences it is making me think about, and yours are very different, but when I read a poem like this, I think how much we are all so different, but really want the same things.
That is something only a poem could do, which is an amazing compliment. Thanks ever, PS.
I really appreciate how you put your heart and soul into theses pieces, and share them
I reckon it’s an addiction. Like a smoker, I feel compelled to light up one more stick.
Lots of juxtapositions, contrasting imageries make the Gazhal beautiful.
‘Icebergs implode like fireball of miseries,. The poem is more than just a song of fire and ice.
I fervently hope so, Mr Dash. Many thanks for the appreciation.
You have traversed (so it seems to me) the minefield of political machinations and created something universal to all humanity. It is well worth the treason.
Would that my verses were an antidote to human bloodlust.
Superb use of language weaving such powerful imagery; the conflicting nature of today’s world
That’s true, Derrick. All this huff and puff and rhyme and refrain have been brought to bear upon the pervasive perfidy.
Reading the news hurts my heart and brain. I cannot even imagine how your heart is hurt.
No news here, only gyrations of a greyish geek.
Raw and powerful and sad and angry, yet still beautiful Uma.
Yes! That’s how these are supposed to be. Thank you, Andrea.
You write so well about the feelings that all of us have from time to time, and express so much emotion in such and eloquent way. Thank you for this…
Thanks for the encouragement.
That was a powerful poem bringing out the conflicting emotions drawn out by the world we live in.
Emotions tend to scale the same peaks in extremities. Many thanks, TF.
I love the dichotomy present in every line. The images that oppose themselves lend power to the poem.
Thanks, Nitin. That is certainly a new perspective.
I think there’s power in dichotomy. The Dionysian structured within the Apollonian is a Nietzschean example. “The tranquil marina is a prison in the night.”
– Great line symbolising the peace and the bedlam.
Indeed. Same elements present different conditions at different moments to different people.