Just one day more....

Just one day more....

Everyday when you kiss my hair...

I embrace that kiss to my soul...

Just one day more...
Tomorrow again...

When the birds chirp on the trees...

And dew glows on the leaves...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

When the day flies wild as a wind...

You fill my every moment...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

When dusk arrives with orange sky...

I sense you close near by...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

The night dances in her shimmering gown...

But I stay awake, to see you sleep...

Just one day more....

Tomorrow again...

When there's no tomorrow...

Just keep me in your dreams...

I'll visit you every night...

And tell you all the while...

That love is never made...

It rises in the hearts...

In the sea, like a wave...

And carry you away...

Like a wind carries leaves...

Dry, separated from the trees...

Hearts carry love...

To each other when they meet...

Just one day more...

Tomorrow again...

I shall rise in dreams...

To wake you up...

Forever to love...

To love me.

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(posted on Facebook- 30th Jan. 2016)

The Dusk is leaving...

The Dusk is leaving...
Probably for a distant stroll...
Heaving a sigh over...
Looking back at the day...

The dusk is leaving...
May be to have some time alone...
Thinking about its youth...
Slowing down near the pool...

The dusk is leaving...
Igniting some dying sparks...
Buried deep in night's heart...

The dusk I leaving...
It's footprints in the golden sands...
Falling in heaps, in time's land...

The dusk is leaving...
The day will soon end...
But where'll be dusk then?

May be in rhyming winds...
Those accompanying...
The elongated shadows...

May be in the heart of night...
Where it falls asleep...
Still murmuring...
At the day's events...
Long and tired some...

The nest of silence...
Healing its burning wounds...
Caressing it to emerge soon...

As the day will rise again...
The dusk will too...
Not to leave...

But to depart at the juncture...

Of day and night...

Where real love exists...
Thrown open to the naked eyes...
Not hidden behind any doors...
Departing to dwell in eyes...
Like an unforgettable dream...

Of paradise beautiful...

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A hustling wind....

Am just a hustling wind

Whistling all the way.....unseen

Waving away....a little gust near ears...

Making my presence felt

And at some point .....
Dissolving in absolute nothing.

Sometimes a smoke I am....

And sometimes pushing raindrops,

Sometimes with the fog I emerge

And settle down as a drop of dew...

With dawn, I wake up as a breeze....

Cool and full of energy .....

At nights.....I howl my greatest fears

And sleep in the trembling cage.....

Sometimes I rise with the dawn

At noons I collide with the bright

At dusk I melt with the purple and orange syrups

At nights... I hide in the shadows away from the light.....

Singing my unsung songs to who can hear all......

Whisper of the Silence.....

The winds blew with a heavy heart.....

Like running away with rolling tears....





At last the sun was waving a kiss...

Him, the night was going to miss.....





Did anyone see what the wind kept to herself?

Or ignore its broken self?





A faith, a hope, shattered today....

The wound it caused never happened in a day...





The howling wind made its voice heard....

In the den, it entered with a heart burnt...



Why should she talk in whispers?

In the grave of forbidden silences?



Nobody consoled her broken heart.....

She melted in her own arms.....



Away with its silent mourns,

It spread it wings on the weary charms....



The dusk settled and it started its cries....

The howl grew louder in wintery nights....



The trees hang down  their faces in shame.....

When her elbow rustles with leaves in pain.....



The whispers went unnoticed with times.....

Sometimes loud, fiery with lightening clouds.....



Her anger grew higher and sobbing decreased.....

When at last she punished the culprit in sleep.....



No one knows when she had her revenge.....

Why then she still whispers intense???



Is it the sadness, she can no longer hold?

Or is it the love, she had but never told?





I begin to sympathize with her whispers in cold.....

Whenever she whispers, I try to console.....



The silent nights move ahead in times....

Still at nights, she whispers her cries....





Still those whispers........

In those silent nights......

Silent Dusk.......

Silent
is the dusk......

When darkness sets its arms to touch.......



The orange
shadows of its pleasure ......

 Left in the east to set in the
west.........



And still beholding the loneliness..... 

Which stops at bay
in a silent melody.......



In this silence...... 

When night falls in love with the dusk.....



Reaching to hug it near the shores......

And whispers in it's ears ......



The moment they meet......

Is only this.......



For dusk reunites with the dark......

And celebrate happily the day's end.....



Dusk meets itself 

mirroring the darkness within...



Holding in arms the night like a bride......

kissing it after day's bright light.....



Night dances until it is weak.....

And on its knees, it comes with ease.....



Leaving the dusk on one end.....

It says goodbye for another hunt......



Dusk remains in the bed......

Till evening chants its name again.....



And when it wakes only to hold.....

The night and say goodbye at last.....