Poems of Midnight !!!!!!!
POEMS OF MIDNIGHT…….!
(1) Moon shine !!!!!!
The moon wakes up
with a sunny smile,
As dusk befalls the western sky.
Some jasmine sprayed
fragrance so eternal,
The Moon played with clouds for real.
A night, a song
Danced the cloud,
The Moon breezed
with sky so proud.
Sun is deep in grief
as Moon stolen the time.
Sky is a crystal mirror
for the feelings to rhyme.
Moon is singing and
Dancing with the Jasmines,
Sun is counting
Feelings to cross the labyrinths.
Moon shines bright…
As the Sun waits eagerly for the dawn.
(2) Sun shine!!!!!!!!
When the sun shines through the broken pan,
The moon shed the tears in bottomless pain.
Even the dew drops were at a loss,
without the sight of the new tree leaves.
Dew drops were falling from eyes of the moon,
as helpless moon was crying to greet the sun.
Waiting for another time with another night,
And the Moon shines last for the plight.
As the jasmines were nowhere to be seen…
Heart is a barren story unforeseen.
Hanging in the naked branches of the tree,
Tear drops sings adieu as melting to decease.
The Sun shines bright…
Moon waits the night.
(3) Star Shine !!!!!!
Stars are twinkling
with the fragrance,
They are playing
for their credence.
The sky is their square
And the clouds are love,
The sea is their mirror
And the lights are life.
The stars bath in the passions of night,
The Moon smiles for earthy delight.
The jasmine sings the song of dewdrops,
The branches of trees cry for new crops.
The star signs cry at the dawn,
Moon cuddles then with a yawn.
Sun smiles pure with the crown.
(4) MIDNIGHT SHINE!!!!!!
The Moon plays with the night,
The night dances so bright.
The stars sing with the star signs,
The jasmines glow with the cloud so divine.
The sun looks for the broken pan of the sky….
A time strikes when the window breaks,
The midnight hangs on the naked branches
As the sun shines through the crunches.
Midnight flows with the thoughts,
Sleep plays with the words.
The feelings pour the last light,
A Midnight Poem dazzle bright.
Do not wake up the Moon….
Do not stir the stars,
As the dew drops hang on the naked brunch of life.