Wild Is The Night


The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of boundless blankness of timeless infinity
that the sky starts to shape at the edge of dwindling dusk,
its condensed remnant configures the nebulous night. 

The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon,
like the rinsed rainbow melting upon the skyline clouds,
from where satin darkness flows with untamed fluid night. 

Sonorous sound of silence echoing in the esoteric night sky  
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle entangled 
on the bejeweled crown adorning the ardent ambiance,
as moonbeam strands weave for me the sequestered dream of you.

In stardust surged desolate nocturnal niche I wait mystified
for you to emerge out of my dream with seraphic feral flair,
walk in the squally craving corridor of my mesmerized mind,
where bracing amorous allure my longing feels wild is the night.

analogylongingpassionfree verse

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