Hidden Divinity

I have been waking up each midnight,
each dawn, at the end of each passing hours
to see the squabble between darkness and light
resulting in red rays as blood of a celestial war at twilight.
 
The morning with its cool breathe makes us
oblivious to sounds that clatter like evocative dreams
and then sweeps us to silkiness in a land and sky
where multicoloured shrouds betray our keen vision.
 
“Where from you come and whither you hide?
Why don’t you keep us away from divinity?”
My questions seem to scatter with sunrays
or get lost in profound darkness;
barking war dogs misguide us,
chase us towards sleep and then comes
another night, when fright too has been dictated
not to disturb us, while the evil and Gods fight
to show us another peaceable day.
 
My mysticism must be of the lowest order;
the perpetuity of  heavens extends far beyond
the darkness when I howl like a werewolf in pain.

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