To Begin With, the Fading Night and Blossoming Day

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โ€œEach night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.โ€ โ€• Mahatma Gandhi

Every night when I lie down beneath the stars I die,
my only companion
being a blanket of sky and words ringing loudly
in my ears,
and every morning as I wake
my mind conjures new images for the soul
to dip inโ€”
and even though the eyes may only discern one step
at a time
I am convinced the universe is leading me nearer
to my purpose,
my reason for existence for which I sought to embrace
the world.

The self is often unseeing, unaware of the path it’s supposed to be
of opinion,
I gasp as the cold air caresses my cheek
as though beckoning to observe the landscape,
the underlying possibilities for my poetic heart to indulge in.
The clouds diffuse morning light to a subtle sweetness,
as I ask myself the following questions: Who am I now?
who was I before?
I suppose awakening is when we finally learn to be true to ourselves
disregarding what others have taught us to be,
and while I choose to remain close to origin,
I can’t help but wonder why branches deeply rooted long to stretch
towards the horizon–

I am conscious of half empty tea cup and few rainier cherries
poised on the table,
their thick and creamy yellow flesh eager for a second bite;
eat, love and offer your palms in prayer, there is only so much
the heart can endure,
early thirties led me to understand who and what I truly am–
poetry my vivication, my pulse, my strength
as city remembers a forgotten tale and shadows shift like pearly rays
across a cruel moraine,
ignorance’s silhouette shows no remorse as verses scatter into the open–
I am a flickering flame familiar with its various hues
and shades,
as I ready myself for challenges my pen has yet to face.



Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for “Midweek Motif” @ Poets United


24 Replies to “To Begin With, the Fading Night and Blossoming Day”

  1. A beautiful illustration enhances a beautiful poem. To know yourself in your early thirties is an impressive feat. Pleased to hear you are so passionate about poetry. Like the Gandhi quote tool

  2. “poetry my vivication, my pulse, my strength”
    This is so ‘romantic’, a poetess truly enarmored with her calling in life, bravo

    Thanks for dropping by my blog tiday


  3. “branches deeply rooted long to stretch towards the horizon-” this must be the constant source of awakening. We are just as the universe, ever expanding. I loved reading this, Sanaa. A very thoughtful piece.

    1. Thank you so much, Susan ๐Ÿ˜€ so glad you enjoyed it โค๏ธ

      (and thank you for the inspirational prompt) ๐ŸŒน

  4. I can 100% relate to the part about “even though the eyes may only discern one step
    at a time,” believing that there is a reason. I believe that someone has the map, even if I don’t!

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