The Twosome
The Twosome
In the quiet of the night
When slumber is all pervading
And no one at sight
The waning moon
Espouses a desire
To be with
Its favourite star
One to the extreme corner
Faraway in the expanse of sky
Where the horizon attains break even
Could expand no further
A gentle peep
That the moon wishes
Off and on
To woo its love
Propose and then march on
Falls on deaf ear.....
As dark clouds play spoil sport
Thwart fervent intention
And the quiet night
Takes quaint steps
Lends ear to...
Melodies of morn
In the hinterland of desolation
Where eerie sounds
Validate premonition
A modest soul
Remains engrossed
In a blank look
A hollow gaze
Unable to take stock of the pilferage
A strange feeling envelops
Shrouds her mind
She knows not exactly
What she has lost
Where to go and find
Slowly silently
Time crosses thin line of transition
Evaporates across border
Sighs and disbelief remain
Sans an iota of solution
Heritage of anguish
Courtship with agony
Ignite monotony
Elicit no exact answer.