Linking this with #Daily Chatter #UBC Day 4.
The Magic of Night
#100DaysOfBlogging Day 10
The clock strikes two.
Outside the world is silent.
The wind echoes through emptiness.
The page of night is filled with stars.
But in front of me, the page is blank.
A pen lies on it, opened.
It waits.
It waits for the muse to arrive.
It waits for the words to silently awaken.
It waits for the thoughts to live in bright blue drops.
The world sleeps.
The words awaken.
They breathe, coming to life on paper.
And as they do…
So do I.
From 23rd September, exactly 100 days are left in the year, the idea is to write on each of these days. A few other friends chose their own themes. I thought I’d collaborate with Aniesha bon on the challenge. We’re choosing topics on alternate days, and each day, we’re writing on the same topic too. I chose the topic NIGHT for Day 12.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 4th October 2016)
Wow. This is such a simple yet meaningful and beautiful poem Vinay. Good luck with 100 days of Blogging. 🙂
It’s neither poem, nor fiction. 🙂 Just a bit of observation and philosophy, I suppose. 😀
Glad you felt it was poetic. Thank you, Ramya.
Ha! The night owl! Good luck with #ubc and the 100 days of blogging.
(Shalini R recently posted… The Smitten Husband : #BookReview)
Wish you the same, Shalzzz. 🙂 Have a good UBC.
Perfect for the night owls. I am more of an early bird. 🙂
(Rekha recently posted… Tucked Under Mom’s Wings)
I’m a night owl who wakes up early in the morning, Rekha. 😉
Nice Poem Vinay!
Thank you, Menaka. 🙂
Beautifully Penned! All the best for #UBC and 100 Days of blogging.
Thank you and wish you the same, Rashmi. 🙂
yep! I’ve gotten up a time or two to write as well!! 😀
Sometimes, the best thoughts come to us at the dead of the night! 😀
I’ve done that too, Pixie. 🙂 Gotten up and just scribbled in my notepad, or made a memo on the phone! 😀 The night does inspire!
The muse is a difficult task master.Only coming to those who work hard.Interestingly she comes to you ?I see?
Oh. She just needs to be tempted a little, Amrita. Then she’ll come. There’s no need for working too hard.