A Nocturnal Revelation- II

One by one my silhouetted dreams refuse to open up their wings, when the cynical night paints me all dark in the shades of gory silence. In the stillness of quietude the wailing of my dreams are guffawed by each falling sand from the hands of eternity. The night refuses to pass until my heart turns to a place where I can holocaust all my dreams and wishes.

No it does not hurt anymore and neither do my dreams thrive to live on. Each new dream that my eyes see in the broad day light is fated to die this way every night, still each new dream takes birth in my eyes ignorant of this horrific fate. 

Thousands of dreams I holocaust every night at the feet of my destiny. Will being blind save my dreams? Will bereavement turn me into a lesser sinner?

Oh night! I hate you night!

You have made me a Nazi of my own dreams under the covers of this cobwebbed audible silence.

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Absolute Nothing

As I close my eyes, I feel you there-

Wrapped in the blanket of darkness.

A thousand light-years away from me 

I see you kissing the meteors.

O you! how does it feel to be the king

Of all those sand and stones?

How does it feel to tame the Dark,

Planets- known and unknown?

I stay here, with my buried desires 

Deep Inside my shackled heart. 

Sharing bed I feel insane

With the corpses of my dreams.

I flutter and flutter with my clipped wings

Till eternity laughs at me.

A broken mirror is what I am

Dead, Demised and Nothing.

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Its really hard for me to compose anything these days and may be that's why the quality is not upto the mark this time. :(

I wrote this poem with 'nothing' particular on my mind but after re-reading it, I realized that there is a broader meaning attached to it, which is somewhat universal in nature. So friends, definitely I am interested and curious to know the meanings you have infered from the poem.

Go ahead and jot them all down. :)