Midnight Lament

Midnight Lament!
 
(Inspired by a personal experience, April 21, 2010)
 
 
 
Past the time he paints
The sky, midnight blue.
No room for complaints,
With summer breeze too. 
 
                                     While like herd of sheep,
                                     Would they silently sleep,
                                     I'd embrace those clouds so close.
                                     If only were there no mosquitoes.
 
Cuddle, snuggle I'd in them,
Strain moonlight through astral seive,
Grab far lost ends, deftly hem,
Silk strings of time, I'd weave.
 
                                       While sqeals in hunger, lonely bird;
                                        Sips vinous grief, lone drunkard;
                                        I'd sing to the moon in prose,
                                        If only were there no mosquitoes.   
 
I'd hit him hard, Weaponed Pillow!
We're since involved romantically.
Then hide inside, the friendly Willow,
Until he seeks me frantically.
 
                                         While Romeos and Juliets sleep withdrawn;
                                         I'd have him chasing me till dawn,
                                         Paint albino him, in spring rainbows,
                                         If only there were no mosquitoes. 


Pallavi Khera
April 24, 2010
03:00 am
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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November 11, 2010 at 12:33 PM
I wish you both the best of times all your life .. Bless you both Pal .. :) Hope to see you guys someday .. Take care ..
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September 18, 2010 at 6:41 AM
I was delighted with the allure of this one...I am gladdened that I chose it to read this morn..Those mosquitoes are the pits..How did people make it before screen windows and doors...Sara
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