Hello
everyone...!
Am
here, this time with Namratha. In this poem
she describes how the evening is felt in her world. Knowing about her would
make feeling this poem easier.
Namratha is full of life, fun loving and ofcourse youthful lass. There are this kind of people around us, whose mood is never influenced by the happenings around them. They will always be happy and cheerful even if you wake them up in the middle of night and ask them to join you in your celebration. Namratha is one of such a kind. I often say to her that the the character Shradda played in 'Ek Villain', is influenced by her personality and I mean it. If you have met her in person, then am sure you would also agree with me. So if you have not met her personally, I suggest go and watch 'Ek Villain', you will get a lot of Namratha there...!
Enjoy the read as the poetess makes her debut in our blog with this splendid poem.
Namratha is full of life, fun loving and ofcourse youthful lass. There are this kind of people around us, whose mood is never influenced by the happenings around them. They will always be happy and cheerful even if you wake them up in the middle of night and ask them to join you in your celebration. Namratha is one of such a kind. I often say to her that the the character Shradda played in 'Ek Villain', is influenced by her personality and I mean it. If you have met her in person, then am sure you would also agree with me. So if you have not met her personally, I suggest go and watch 'Ek Villain', you will get a lot of Namratha there...!
Enjoy the read as the poetess makes her debut in our blog with this splendid poem.
Evening.
Soft falls the evening ambience of
slow
Lingering shadows hiding from the ever
Increasing darkness. Softly, softly night
Arrives casting its embracing arms in comfort
Daylight slides gracefully away allowing darkness
To cast it spell of nighttime thoughts around us
We sight as the night pushes gracefully into every
Crevasse
The ground we stand upon loses focus
Evenings passing is as always a quiet time of melancholy
Memories of long ago invade our minds until night times
Dark shroud allows memories to fade gently away, burning
Into phosphorus as easily as the slowly evening light dying..
Lingering shadows hiding from the ever
Increasing darkness. Softly, softly night
Arrives casting its embracing arms in comfort
Daylight slides gracefully away allowing darkness
To cast it spell of nighttime thoughts around us
We sight as the night pushes gracefully into every
Crevasse
The ground we stand upon loses focus
Evenings passing is as always a quiet time of melancholy
Memories of long ago invade our minds until night times
Dark shroud allows memories to fade gently away, burning
Into phosphorus as easily as the slowly evening light dying..
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