Tryst With Night #1

 

 

All the nightsky,

comes alive

With the pangs

of a moment’s birth.

 

The intoxication of the new-born,

wraps the cosmos, with its drunken delight.

The candle of remembrance burns out.

Leaving behind,

a sweet fragrance of morrow.

 

Comatose,

Sleep the moon and the stars.

But the night stays awake in my eye.

 

  2 comments for “Tryst With Night #1

  1. indira
    June 29, 2011 at 10:40 pm

    great going, sarvesh…may you reach greater heights as a poet too!

  2. June 29, 2011 at 11:39 pm

    Thanks a lot, ma’am!

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