An Affair with Night
Published by Aakarsh under Verses on Saturday, March 25, 2006
The Night is Breathing its last.
Stranded streets, desolated clouds,
soundless skies and my own room...
Blotches of silence have descended everywhere.
The poisonous silence of this night,
has drunk the remains of the chaotic day,
and the night is breathing its last.
Amidst all the longing, in these last moments,
Bequeath it with your husky whisper,
and relieve it from the suffering for tonight.
Epilogue:
The night flamed a cold breath in her soul...
Before going away, the night took me closer,
and placed her cold lips on mine,
to kiss out the breath of her soul...
bequeathing it unto my warm lips,
she retreated away.
its an addiction i have got these days...
- to taste the life of every day.
- to drink the poison of every night.
4 comments:
Brilliant.
No more.
No less.
Nice poem..
Simply fantastic. I really dont know how you see such things in a new angle. Your perspective towards such things is really amazing. Dude your blogs are inspiring. As always has been my motivation from the first post on my blog till the last.and will always be. Great going dude!!
its an addiction i have got these days...
- to taste the life of every day.
- to drink the poison of every night.
says it all. marvelous!
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