Past Midnight


16/02/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

It has struck 12 a few minutes back.

Usually It doesn’t mean anything.
But today it has a different feel to it.
The moon seems larger,
A little closer perhaps.

I’m drunk. 

I’m talking of the moon!

The moon is only welcome
In my thoughts when it
Portends bloodshed.

Werewolves and witches
Are welcome but not that
Hazy thing they called Love.

That which requires
Sunshine and
The Stars to survive.

The moon it needs only
For elevated desires;
It thrives without it.
It loves it not.

It likes it, sure.

Who doesn’t.

I do.

Siddiqui F.

5 thoughts on “Past Midnight

  1. Tame SheWolf says:

    Yeh bhi mast likha hai.

  2. cherylmoore says:

    A beautifully written poem, which is both subtle and hauntingly emotive.

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