POETRY:  Elusive thoughts at Midnight

Elusive thoughts at Midnight

by Mirza A. Beg

April 3rd, 2008

Middle of the night

Is never perfectly dark

The restful dark

Of deep slumber

Stray eerie light seeps in

From the streets of the

Smoldering day, from the

Tormented world beyond

Eyelids quiver with twilight

Of wakeful concerns of the day,

Of wars, real and imagined

Of inhumanity and lost friends

Inducing an amorphous ache

From myriad hazy sources

Flooding the heart and mind

And engulfing the soul

With countless Images

Of tortured bodies

Of hungry faces

Of loss and injustice

Of slings and arrows

Of lost opportunities

Of what could have been

Should have been, but is not

In the name of

Egotistic power

Misbegotten ideology

And misused religion

In the deathly stillness

Of a body, dormant

The restless mind soars

To resonate with the spirit

Inspiring visions

Of possibilities of peace

Just and humane

Clear and concise

To capture lost opportunities

Transcending arrogance and pride

To mend the frayed fabric

And make shattered souls, whole

Slowly the sleep returns

To cloud the vision

Clarity dissolves in a mist

Leaving only a few kernels

Morning is melancholy

I stare at a blank page

Failing to capture that

Fleeting flawless vision

Mirza A. Beg’s Essays and Poems are available at http://mirzasmusings.blogspot.com/


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