MAGICAL NIGHT

Sleeping on the chest of my beloved,

Was distressed at the restrictions of the world,

Society never permitted us to encounter copiously and happily,

Permanently erected boulders in our way of meeting liberally.

I demanded my love to take me away from this malicious domain,

Into a place where swings descended from the heavens above,

Where the sky was painted with the colours of love,

And birds sang sonnets enriching the mood to enamoredness.

A land where we could speak for hours and no one to stop,

Where my darling serenely heard all my unsubstantiated talks,

Where the wind blew placidly, tickling our wishes,

And the clouds witnessed our brewing desires.

The color of heavens was painted on the sky,

Red and violet, blue and orange,

Where green grass blushed at our passions that erupt,

And my cat would be the only witness of our rising fondness.

The land where you gift me the most expensive gift of amour,

A red rose and a tight hug which would unruffle my fiery hankering,

A land where no other language rules other than heartstrings,

A land where nights are celestial, and day are enchanting with agape.

A land where every second of a ticking clock was not a burden,

But a land where time paused to encourage our passion,

Where every breath was a boon, not a bane,

To scream out amenably about the coziness we shared.

Into that heaven of love, my darling, let us step together,

Where no one to disrupt our steeping cravings,

Where no one to sojourn us from the meetings,

Where only love and love to fly in the air and kiss the sky.

Land behind the shadow of the stars,

Where moon smiles with pride and welcomes us,

Where no religion, caste, or creed is queried,

Where the only eminence to succeed is a heart filled with love that persists.