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Nandita De

Abstract Children Stories Drama

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Nandita De

Abstract Children Stories Drama

In The Moors

In The Moors

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It's a dark, dark night. 

An eerie stillness in the air.

Where's the wind? 

Has it blown off somewhere?

Lost its way 

In its wild, meandering way?

Or is this a forgotten place 

Where only pensive souls 

Reach when astray.


The moors call me

As I wander through the night. 

Inevitably I find myself heading there.

Sitting on the side I contemplate its beauty that dark night. 


It's chilly, and I wrap my scarf around. 

Complete peace.

Hush! My heartbeats, don't beat so loud!

The silence is pure,

A pristine night. 

Don't vilify it.


I sat there for hours,

Soaking in the quiet.

A deep peace prevailed.

The moors merged into the sky in a seamless veil,

Hiding all vice and vicissitudes of life,

The cacophony of constant stress,

Ceaseless efforts at achieving equilibrium.


But here in this vast emptiness,

Where even light treads a wary step,

There's calm, 

And solitude 

And a serenity caressing the soul gently. 


Where better to retreat into the mind?

That vast, empty space

Which when purged will be ready 

To open its arms to the wisdom 

Of being. 

When silence will speak its special words 

And convey the meaning 

Lost in the medley of sounds.


When the quietness will whisper 

And the signs of serendipity appear. 


The minutes ticked by

In deep bliss.

A cloud moved away.

In the distance, a drake flew by 

In respectful silence.



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