A nightly legacy – the poem
Clandestine glance of fragile touch
‘Handle with care’ written in bold
An emotional legacy
Let it be,
Never break the crystal castle vouch
‘Mantle note bare’ for the cold
A deserted diplomacy
Let it be.
A shindig of noises around
Yet heart is so much a forlorn spectre,
Many folded mind
Seeking the replies abound
But do not know the search decree.
The motive and sense
In the u-turn of queries and frown
Then a slight smile to brighten the day,
Never the less the dance
In the arms to forget the crown
Elegant was the night to frighten the ray.
A night and a Moon
Was dancing their heart out
In the melody of the stars to rhyme,
The sea and the breeze
Were orchestra for the crowd
To create a ball room bright for time.
Fifteen days of romance
And the night was waiting
For the moon to hug tight forever,
But the moon did not come
Darkest was the crying
Night was bleeding heart however.
A drop of night in the satin sky
Was looking for an answer….
Death or tear…which hurts more?
As the moon did not come
To give company of love
Is better to die or cry….to feel so tore?
Break me and kill me
Tear me apart till the end
Tangle my very breathing till I do not care,
Night was ready to die
Every drop of tears mourned
Rains of that night were ebony black rare.
The night cried darkest rain drops
In the memory of her love
In the memory of the shining Moon,
The moonless night
Stars abandoned forlorn spectre
The night was crying the crystal castle vouch,
‘Handle with care’
For the ‘mantle note bare’ of darkness
Yet the night wants to dance together to touch.
A nightly legacy….
From the full Moon night to the darkest of plight…
But when the Moon shines next
Night falls in love again madly, deeply and beyond pretext…..!
Let a black magic night dance in the arms of the Moon….
And let the love shine in the shines of stars croon.