Thunder bolts and cloudy gray
piercing pins in disarray
howling winds raising spectres of myth
dim bulbs dying a freezing death
twirling streets and mysterious by-lanes
dark alleys inviting darker games
lost was I in a directionless maze,
of life haunted by phantom days
black caps black coats walking by
inconsiderate they inconsequential I
irrelevant days in incongruous style
walking along, still one more mile
waiting in eager to end all this
In poetry alone do I find bliss
Those 7 o’clock morning chills
Accompanied with sweet whispering squeals.
Silken words in a silken voice
Honey drops dripping , make no noise.
Splendid mornings and splendid noons
Night sky gazing for rooftop moons.
Distance matters not when hearts are near
When thoughts are twined with love so dear.
Misty eyes dropping costly pearls
And the mind racing into stormy whirls.
For those days now I crave and pine
If only they could have been forever mine.
The breeze from south, a touch of care
A tangy smell adrift, so unfamiliar
A lonely leaf balancing in the air
Those shy flowers that never were
Afraid of drizzling drops or dusty smear
The golden glow of the falling sun
Caressing on the empty chair
Beckoning the twilight,yes I was there!
Gazing at the starry sky, shall my night pass dear
And teary eyes will tell a story that no one shall hear
For who cares in the world how you do fare
If its a sweet dream or a nightmare
Still a distant melody pours into my ear
Seeps into my soul, removes all my fear
The soothing hand of night, a sensation queer.
Finally I am asleep, knowing mom is here.