I am grateful,
For those hours of darkness
When you force me
To come out of my blinding room.
Away from the lights and puters
Into open air and sky full of stars.
To a level of highness
Which I knew existed, but somehow avoided.
I am grateful
For those hours of darkness
As I tumble along
In the semi darkness of the moonlight
Free from a feeling of being pulled back,
With a unknown smile on my lips
With music in my ears,
And sways of dance on my hips.
I am grateful
For those hours of darkness
As I discover
Those hidden thoughts and desires
As I for once
Live without caring for being watched
As I forget
All inhibitions and fears and be not ‘me’
I am grateful
For those hours of darkness
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This has to be the most absurd thing I have written, with the daily power cuts here in Bangalore, I am left with no choice but to think of something to do with no power. Today I just out of the blue decided to go up onto the terrace, with my ipod stuck to my ears, I just walked around tumbling on small stones and looking into the sky. Its strange isn’t it, the feeling of the freeness you get when you think you cannot be seen, once in the darkness, even though you have no walls around you, you have a open sky above your head, and darkness all around, you feel a kind of freedom, and bid goodbye to all your inhibitions and shyness.
The topic over at Sunday scribblings this week is “grateful”, aren’t I grateful for thoughts like these.
Virtual Ramblings 
Lovely, that you have found a way to find the silver lining in the inconvenience of power outages.
This spoke to me! Each night I go out for a walk in the dark and I love that time alone with the sky, stars, moon, and myself!
So often I’ve wandered in the darkness and often found my real self.
Excellent.
This is a thoughtful poem of gratitude – I enjoyed it!
Stunning- this really took my breath away. I am most comfortable in the darkness and have never entirely understood why, but you have captured it perfectly for me.
I love how you just ‘go with the words’…this spoke volumes to me. I just found you today on SS but I’ll definitely be back to read more …
bella:)
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bella 🙂
There is peace in darkness.
I like this.
This is perfection. I know exactly where you are coming from.
I feel the freedom inside the darkness. Absolutely great piece Rambler Love it
Well done, there is a kind of comfort in darkness, something to be grateful for?
I thought it was great! I love moments like that and you put it in poetry.
Damn! I agree! I loved your poem and your positive outlook about outages.. generally I end up singing songs and dancing too if its dark.. generally I wouldn’t do both..
i love the dark… in fact i sleep in the early evening just so i can be up the majority of the night……
There is nothing more freeing than freeing yourself from your fears.
power cuts.. what a thing to be grateful for!! talk about the bright side of life!!
You may think it’s silly, but I thought it was beautiful. So there! 🙂
really enjoyed reading this piece. it’s almost musical in some places. even i have the tendency to use a chorus [if that’s the word] type thing sometimes, on the few occasions i write poetry.
i wish i made better use of power cuts here in chennai. i usually just read the newspaper or something 🙂
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this is a fantastic piece of writing!! wow.
What Can I pray after reading such nice piece, ‘Hour of Darkness’…May you have more daily power cuts! 😀
This is just beautiful.. Didn’t know that Bangalore power cuts can be expressed so pleasantly 🙂
J, actually power outages made me realize the simple things I was missing
Linda, I am sure that would be a lot of fun
Anthony, so very true, actually I did not mean the darkness to be just the power cut here
Thanks Tumblewords
bellamocha, thank you very much for such nice words
Thanks carolbygrace
Keith, I am not sure if this is perfection 🙂
Thanks Marja
STG..there is a comfort in so many simple things, just looks like we ignore them
Thanks Tammy
Meena, have never seen myself swaying..I wouldnt call it dance, but then its not standing still either 🙂
Paisley. that sounds like a neat plan
Vanilla, there, you hit the right chord
Preethi, and people say I am pessimestic
Thanks bundleofcontradictions
Niyo..welcome here, actually I did not think the lines could be chorus
Thanks Darlene
Neilina..oh no , no more power cuts
Thanks nrsl..
GUYS, actually the poem was not just about the hours of darkness induced due to power outages, this was how we can use the periods of darkness in our lives, to reach higher level, which we know exists but somehow seem to ignore them, at that level, we can be as free as we want, and have a pleasure just like what we get from music and dancing, a kind of liberating experience. All this, can be easily had, we just need to make use of the time
We often hide ourselves behind the walls, created by us and unknowingly create darkness in our rooms. A moment surely comes when we have to move out and have to see what is there beyond the walls. Shouldn’t we be grateful forsad days which makes us to go on the way of happiness. What now am I feeling is that I should be thankful to each and every moment, that moment also which has dipped me in unhappiness and unsatisfaction.
i don’t think it’s absurd, i think it’s beautiful…