Monday, June 29, 2009

The Night

The night’s frenzy in misshapen shapes
Is scorned by the illumined day
But the eve of shadows is only the curtain
To a more wholesome symmetry

For too bright does the star shine in the day
And makes the earth His imperfect mirror
While She regales in her own mysteries
In the shroud of the black

Wherefore would the play happen?
And what would give mystery her cover?
The dark of terror and blood is the romance
Of the brave heart dulled by over-indulgence’

Let ravenous murder roam the streets
And palaces reek of carrion flesh
If the merry perfumes elate in profusion
Make the ugly stench too strong to conceal

What of beauty and what of peace?
Whence derive the angels their meaning?
The evil terror is the elixir of the good
And balm to one dulled by peevish morality!

2 comments:

Debarshi Deb said...

Excellent one dear, you write it excellent, the best part i liked is "The dark of terror and blood is the romance
Of the brave heart dulled by over-indulgence’
" - excellent, keep it up buddy :)

Aman Spandan said...

Thanks mate...i increasingly feel no real insight can come unless the problem of evil is reckoned with...and reckoning with evil means synthesizing it with the deeper rhythms of existence