Night, wilt thou be my friend?
Amidst thy ominous veil,
Which hides the face of light-
Wilt thou sit beside me,
And hold the hands of time?
I wish you to hear upon,
The beats that pound my heart.
Tales of gentle laughter,
Of moments that were scarred.
Silence, wilt thou be my friend?
Your overbearing presence,
Breathes upon my shoulders.
I hear, I feel your touch
Steely, cold, sombre.
You have been faithful,
In hours of utter despair,
On balmy fishing noons-
Or moments of blissful prayer.
Time, wilt thou be my friend?
You who befriend none,
You bear mute testimony –
Through ages to tears and smiles.
And you think your job is done?
Time – like scales of justice,
Blindfolded you travel on.
In the endless path you follow,
Don’t you need a companion?
Lord, wilt Thou be my friend?
When the world walks out,
Oh! So ruthlessly –
I find Your hand on my head,
Consoling, embracing me.
I know not Thy great plan,
I know not the ways of Thee.
In distress, in confusion I lie,
Come deliver me!
I know not how to appease You,
Through prayers, Vedic chants.
A bit of peace, love and fire-
My heart pines (for), it wants.
-07/10/2000
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