The star happily winks at us Like a prodigious son of the night He twinkles amusingly on us With his everlasting glittering light. He caringly watches over us And peeps peacefully at our dreams Gracefully handing shy beams With every new born flash. He floats hand in hand With other sons of the night He sparkles love to his mother with no end And he sneaks across the brightened sky.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing
Full moon night Sky covers with stars You by my side What else I want in this dark Holding your hand and Walking through the path Laughing at the useless talk Now a good company I have got Looking into
THE NiGHT OF WORDS an assemblage of thought, Predicted a hint of rain the power of words,from the darkened sky, convey a message for a thought. Was it not one word that launched the words that built the world ?