I hug night lovingly when it comes.

Waiting for the Night

Tulip Chowdhury
2 min readFeb 23, 2024

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I hug the Night

when it descends with pitch darkness

I embrace its intangible form and breathe.

I seek solace at Night

in the corners of my room, under the bed

under the table, and around the walls

when it comes with its tranquility.

I hug the Night

and relax in its shelter, letting go of buckled feelings.

I cry and sob, and I laugh in the silence

in the unfathomable embrace that Night brings.

The Night, my steady friend

never fails, regardless of how life runs

forgiving even if I was not my best all day.

The Night waits for me to unburden my soul

with tears and laughter, it takes it all.

My tear-soaked pillow or the muffled sobs

don’t turn the Night away when I seek refuge,

to hide from judging ears and eyes.

I hug the Nigh.

Many ears are there to share my happy notes

but a few to lend ears to the sad

but to the Night, I can tell my melancholy tales

and it will not turn away.

Like a lover looking longingly at the door

I wait for the Night, my beloved, to walk in.
I wait to open my Saga of Emotions

when the Night comes.

I hug the Night tight while it sits by my side.

Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.

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Tulip Chowdhury

There are moments of magic and challenges in living this earthly life. May my wings soar through the blessed energy of the universe.