By the Candle Light, At Midnight

Dreams of a distant past Dance in the dungeon of my heart Driving me to drop my daily duties And to dare wonder At how shall it be When, Breathless, I shall be in your gaze Trying to look as neutral As would be a statue In the midst of a storm! Shall the winds blow the frail grip That I hold on reality away? Or shall the waters leave the river bed And drag me to the ocean’s depths? Or, Shall the skies start twinkling In broad daylight Too ecstatic at the thought That at last, Their will is being abided to? Dreams of a distant past Dance drowsily in my heart, Bidding slumber and its heaviness To fly away from the branches Of my poetry house And thereby leaving me Cold and numb, Wondering always At what shall be the outcome Of those few exchanged words That we owe to each other? 21st April 2021