One nights' gift
Like an empty tin box, That screams as a thunder falls, There is, Emptiness within; Never too close for a friendly hug, Never too far for a miss you mail, Tracked in and out, Lost tracks; My heart it bellows helplessly, No words to make out; Only the muffled gasps, Courtesy, the rustle of grasses, And the muted sounds, The silky winds; A rhythmic cacophony, Ebb and flow of thoughts, Wants wane, Needs evade, Life exists, Somewhere, Nowhere. A concentrated haven, A parallel world, A synchronous wanderer, The compressed silver cottons, A giant jasmine space-hanging, A pale beige fetish, A puffed butter ball... An uproar of the flame, Vociferous, immutable, immortal, Burning bright, The power awakens, Absolute power weakens absolutely, Ah, how cheerfully one consigns to perdition! The dreamiest, quietest, shadiest, most enchanting one... The laughter is ensconced in every direction, I smile back in contemptuous reverence. Reflection of your black shadow, Illuminates me to glory! Am flatte...