Nights that Never Leave

There are mornings that seep

Through my kitchen window

With a cold drizzle,

A yawning sleepyhead.

And there are mornings

That majestically enter

With the dewy anthem of chirping squirrels

And birds as guards of honour.

But there are mornings that come by

In hesitation, 

Refusing to bid the night's watch off,

And they are the most dreary.

For with them the night never leaves,

The sun never comes,

And the grey earth tosses and turns,

Jolts in the pangs of her jarring pain.

Outstretched Arms

The waters meander behind me

While the winds play with my tresses.

I see my thoughts rippling on the waves

Taken away in a pebble's throw

I stand there, arms stretched out 

In vain, trying to catch hold of them.

To my stale room I retire,

Sit at the dingy couch

Sullen,

Head to toe outweighed by the dim light,

Watch the waters meander,

Watch my thoughts ripple away

In that one pebble's throw.

Out stretched arms.

A long lost log of wood

Drift by my feet

Taking my dreams away,

Out stretched arms

Lay still,

Watching them drift in the silence

Of the night's chill.

The moon stretches her arms,

Beaming at the newfound

Collectibles, ready

To showcase

The crimson red and emerald green

Dreams,

Gilded with ancient foils of gold

And wrapped in the glass chest.

Never to gift to a beloved 

Nor to return to who those belonged.

Selfishness is a disease

Incurable 

But deadly,

Giving a thousand stabs

Behind the outstretched arms

And the still heart.

Lily of the Night

As the night bloomed,

She opened her mauve pink eyes

On the wake up call of the setting sun:

One, for a moment,

With the mauve sky,

And lazily lay wrapped

In the shimmering starlight's cold embrace.

Her blinkless eyes,

Drinking up all the dark,

Dark beauty of the infinitude,

While all her diurnal cohorts

Slept peacefully

In the blanketed warmth of their closed petals,

Drifting into sweet recourse.

Her glass pink petals

Charming the glass waters -

And dark green leaves a cushion 

For looming thoughts broken

By the sight of a firefly

Spotted here and there across

The rippling waters - 

Mirroring the night sky's enduring calm

Tenderly like an infant's smile

Dozing in silent sleep.