The Night Sky

The night sky sways, Like a cobra And ensnares me in its web Bidding me to dream of The eyes of the one who waits for me In a heavenly abode Too magnificent for me to even dream of! The night sky lays itself out And recounts to me Of endless poetic odes, All written in love drenched ink and Each one more melting than the other Having me glide down in ecstatic lanes Breathless, At the mere thought of how deep Must be the eyes of my own love poet! In its silence, I hear its songs being played, Solely for me, Songs so empowering that they push Strength in my lonely heart Bidding me to want to live, even if Neither this world nor this life Shall ever be mine! The night sky hides from me That which I yearn for, My love, whose deep and dark eyes Reflect the bottomless fathoms Of the abyss in which I was thrown in, And in its shades Do I passionately wish to indulge In uncontrolled acts of sin So that the love that flows from me And the one that gets thrust in me Reaps the admiration of one and all Merely by just being recounted of it!